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A book with a good ending.

At one time, everything rapidly fades like leaves, and fades like flowers.

In paradise grows a tree that is not like all the others. Its branches are transparent as glass, the roots absorb milk, not water, the trunk emits a glow, as if covered with ice frost. But he who approaches this tree does not experience cold, for it is never cold. Every leaf on this tree bears the name of a person. Once a year, in the month of Shaaban, on the night of the fourteenth to the fifteenth, angels fly to this tree, surround it and at the same time flap their wings. The wind rises, which shakes the transparent branches of the tree. Some leaves break off and fall to the ground. Sometimes the leaf has to hang on the tree for a long, very long time. Sometimes he falls, barely having time to bloom. The moment the leaf touches the ground, the person whose name it bears emits its last breath. Therefore, people endowed with wisdom and knowledge never step on dry leaves. They know that they used to be someone's souls.

When days without him are like faded leaves, this is love ...

The main thing is that it does not rain in the heart, hopes and dreams do not fall down like dried leaves.

They sit down in the grass to rest "...

When the leaves fall in the fall, I think: What do the leaves dream of...?
What do they dream of under a blanket of snow?
I want to be a leaf.

Poetry is a manifestation of wonderful feelings. On a pleasant summer day, the wind carries the words of songs and poems that touch people's hearts, like the wind caressing the leaves of trees.

She could never understand why roots are valued so much higher than branches and leaves. Trees are known to launch new shoots in an attempt to capture new spaces. If even trees refuse to be immobile, why demand this from people?

The leaves rustle and dance as they fly up.

Where the leaves of the tear maples glow ...

Many mothers shield their sons from household chores. They think that boys are better off spending their free time in sports and other extracurricular activities necessary to get into a good college, or just enjoyable. I understand this desire - to help the child achieve a long-term goal, but the mother should remember: an interest in life or improving her son's skills is nothing if he does not learn labor discipline, point work is different from sports and other activities focused on the personality of the child. Work teaches us to persist in achieving results simply because it has to be done. If a child spends time in the afternoon picking leaves, they are not doing it to get praise or to improve their skills. He does this for the good of the family and is proud of his help and the responsibility entrusted to him.

There is no premeditation in the crowd; she can consistently go through the entire school of conflicting feelings, but will always be under the influence of the excitement of the moment. The crowd is like leaves being lifted by a hurricane and blown in different directions, and then falling to the ground.

It ended because it was winter. It ended because tired wings.
Bitter, strange delusion! Funny bewilderment of a child!
They think it is eternal. They believe in its immortality.
Bitter, strange delusion! Funny bewilderment of a child!
I came to Wake you. I didn't come to call you.
Heavy gravestone. Even heavier the eyelids of the deceased.
You know that wither of the young birch. You know that the dried leaves are whispering with the wind.
Heavy gravestone. Even heavier the eyelids of the deceased.