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Ravik forgot about Joan. He forgot about himself... He devoted himself entirely to the bright day - the triad of the sun, sea and earth, which transformed the entire coast into a flourishing land, while somewhere high mountain paths still lay under the snow.

A place where I have never been.

the poets meant...

On drunken passengers of an airship.

And the Baltics too...

Courage, stand, be strong and overcome!

shone with a haze of sunshine.

By the light of the stars to the ends of the earth?

- Five percent, and ninety-five - Russians! ..

Summer with a taste of happiness. The wind tangled in the hair, combed it in its own way. You live today without thinking about autumn, you live every piece of your life, savor it like blueberries with sugar and milk in childhood. It is so warm in the heart, as if something very bright is pouring there, and you are ready to share this light with everyone and everything. It comes out of you in strong rays, streaming through the sparkle of your eyes, splashing over the edge. And do not hide this happiness, do not close it with a key, because it will open all the shutters and doors, melt the ice floes in the grayest eyes, quench the thirst of those walking in the desert, give a hand to those in need, share its light and joy with the disappointed and devastated. Happiness with taste Summer... Summer with taste Love...

What yesterday is a boundless paradise, today is only a landslide land.

Summer is like a bouquet of melodic feelings, like love over the edge of the heart, like a picture with ripe watercolors and as a reason to be happy.

If life is a search for yourself, then why drag yourself to the ends of the earth? Sit at home, drink coffee with honey cakes and contemplate your inner world.

Should (oh, barbarity!) turn into dust, turn into ashes?