Predators of the prison rose (№ 398388)

Listen... Why are you still alive? The pain from the whips, like tearing your flesh... Words full of insults... Why are you their patient? Full of despair the sound of the waves of the black sea... Why did you stand all this? All this was in order to survive to the present day. When the hair stands on end, you can hear the distant, almost forgotten howl?... And before your eyes again shining Golden light of the moon filtering through the dark clouds? He shows us our path. The path to the previous Abigale where rastsvetay night unseen roses...