Проблема защиты окружающей среды и человека от действия вредных веществ (известны печальные факты массового выбрасывания китов на побережье, ртутных, нефтяных и т. п. катастроф и ими вызванных отравлений).битания.
В настоящее время главными экологическими проблемами, возникшими под влиянием антропогенной деятельности, стали: нарушение озонового слоя, обезлесивание и опустынивание территорий, загрязнение атмосферы и гидросферы, выпадение кислотных дождей, уменьшение биоразнообразия. В связи с этим необходимы самые широкие исследования и глубокий анализ изменений в области глобальной экологии, что могло бы в принятии кардинальных решений на самом высоком уровне с целью сокращения ущерба природным условиям и обеспечения благоприятной среды обитания.
The problem of protecting the environment and the person from the action of harmful substances (known sad facts of mass ejection whale on the coast, mercury, oil, etc., accidents and poisoning caused by them). Bitaniya.
At present, the main environmental issues arising under the influence of human activities are: ozone depletion, deforestation and desertification, pollution of the atmosphere and hydrosphere, acid rain, loss of biodiversity. In this regard, the most extensive studies are needed and in-depth analysis of developments in the global environment, which could help to make drastic decisions at the highest level in order to reduce damage to natural and provide a favorable environment.
William Shakespeare:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.-Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
