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We were right: the sky is beautiful. And it is eternal.

I will fly to the pure blue sky.

Dreams come true when you let them go, like birds in the sky. The universe doesn't like to be violated. Come to a state of self-sufficiency. Love your life exactly like this, accept it with all the rough edges and surprises. And just at the moment of agreement, miracles happen and huge snow flakes fall on you.

The sky is still covered with a dark veil of night velvet, but after some time the first timid rays of the new day will begin to slowly flow to the ground through the lush feather bed of clouds. The windows of the houses are becoming more elegant every day, the faces of passers-by are becoming more joyful and mysterious, the air from all sides is filled with the aroma of spruce resin, coffee and mulled wine, hot cinnamon buns and an unusual freshness and softness for December. It seems as if now everything around is in continuous motion, everything is spinning on a noisy carousel of New Year's days.... and at home... at home there is hot tea under the measured ticking of a clock in the kitchen somewhere overhead, at home it is always warm and calm, and if listen very, very carefully, then one day you can accidentally hear how in the right corner, where there are jars of tea and aromatic herbs on the shelf, the most comfortable thing in the world, good happiness, will turn from side to side...

If your loved one is no longer here, look up at the sky and say thank you for being there.

... And the snow kept falling, falling like light butterflies on the eyelashes, sitting down on an abandoned old woman’s bench, not letting her get bored, carefully covering the houses, trees, and earth with its embrace. And even the sky seemed to be made of soft cotton wool. This snowy silence made my ears ring, and my thoughts slowly swirled in flakes in a white waltz. And such aching happiness blurred in my chest, when it was both good and at the same time a little sad. It was snowing...

He who looks into the sky does not see dirt.

Only the skies never change!

Only the skies never change!

The south tower trembles and sways, doubts are in my heart...

... with the most gentle step touching the time of emptiness... listen... so the snow is falling... its quietest steps are unhurried... this hour... outside of time... the steps are silent about us... as if they are sleeping... and the air sleeps... and the sky... and words... even words... everything is white... just you and me, two dark dots, trying not to disturb this boiling peace, touching souls, playing in silence.. .

Having reached the Kulumbe River, I sat down on a stone and began to listen to the quiet, whispering sounds that always fill the taiga during twilight hours. The vast ocean, the sleepy land and the deep dark sky with millions of unknown stars seemed equally majestic.

In the end, the sky will fall.

Leave a good mark on this world...