Olga Grigorieva. Ladoga (№ 118149)

Once people lived here. They cried and laughed, loved and hated, cherished dreams and plans. They had a lot of feelings that burn their souls. Now they are not. They left and took with him his feelings, and nothing will remind the random passer-by neither of them, nor, especially, raged about their passions. But remained a village. The house where furry creatures, hiding in dark corners, waiting for their owners. Fields, where still in the border strip are the terms retained the smell of the donated Churu wines. This made with hands Kopan, which is inhabited by new, unknown people of past tenants. And the existence of all that much more mysterious, more beautiful and more durable than all the senses of the human soul. Over the years, this charm will overshadow everything else, and accidentally stumbled on an ancient settlement of people reverently pulled out of the ground clay svetec or smoked stones tipline. Looking at them, our distant descendant will see pechysche and the forest, and even people who once lived here. And then in his heart will enter your true love. Not the one that warms only two, and one that warms and saves everything, even gods.