Vladimir Yakovlevich Motyl. (№ 397763)

No job, no roof, no family, no money. But there is peace, the peace of God, the great, and in this world I feel right now harmony and kindness. I'm waiting for autumn, as the cultivators. In the sweat of his brow, I extracted the bread and looking with hope to the sowing and proud of it, because it was given by my blood, tears, suffering. And if the harvest will bear to people my soul, full of love, compassion and longing for the innocent fallen and ruined brothers and sisters of mine. For me their dying pleas and unlived happiness. To my sin of villains and vengeance neoteny. With this great mission I want to live on earth - to do good destruction of evil, while I look my eyes on God's world while the heart drives blood through the body, while the brain tells the legs and arms to work. Thank you, Lord!