dawn [Theme]

March is already very close, smelling of tart tulip pollen... I direct my gaze to where the lilac clouds float, and above, beyond them, into the Light. And I thank Life. For all. For what happened. Good and not very good, but Mine. For what it is. Fragile and still quite foggy, but already infinitely beautiful, like the morning dawn. And for what will happen. Because It is necessary, well, it will simply be!!!

And the young sickle flashed - a reflection of the day!

Years and years of having to jump up at the crack of dawn kindled in me a frenzied love for my warm bed.

We won't leave...

We are ready for our last Battle again.

A pale morning oozed: in the east, behind long, washed, wadded clouds with a scarlet border, a yellow dawn was breaking. The hanging skies foreshadowed rain; but the dawn was clearer and brighter, and the blossoming beans shone brightly among the damp green foliage.

It doesn't let you forget or be forgotten.

Not cops, not mayors, but the dawn.

Wait, ”said Peredonov,“ this must be well understood. Here the allegory is hidden. Wolves walk in pairs: a wolf with a hungry wolf. The wolf is well-fed, and the wolf is hungry. The wife should always eat after her husband.

she won't cover it either.

The doctor stood among the ruins over the grave of his friend and looked up into the sky. Night was approaching. Dawn was breaking in the sky over Moldox. Colors shimmered, replacing each other in a bewitching dance. The Eye of Tantalus shone even higher. The doctor could almost feel his all-seeing gaze on him. He suddenly felt as if he was in the heart of a storm and was the only one who sees the chaos raging around. When he returned to Moldox, his soul was filled with grief and longing. But now only pure rage seethed in her.

Dark to come... the inquisitive mind of people
Before the secret, he freezes impotently:
Who's to say - is the day there flickering golden
Is there a new thunderstorm playing?
In vain a man in confusion and longing
The coming centuries are inquisitively questioned.
Who understood this light shining in the distance -
Is the dawn lit up there, is the light flickering?

Sick, sad, but lovely couple.

Dawn lazily burns out
There is a scarlet stripe in the sky;
The village silently falls asleep
In the glow of the night is blue.
With joy greedy breast inhales
Cool jets,
And again the heart boils
The desire for happiness and love...