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The earth speaks to you with the voice of a mother - I am here, I am with you, I will always be with you. The mountains are silent with the voices of our fathers. They hug you with the icy wings of the wind, look behind you and never into your eyes, and circle overhead like lonely birds. So close and so far, so close and not our own. An hour at the top - and it’s as if your heart has been created anew. An hour at the top and you are you again.

Son or God, I am yours.

God cannot be everywhere at the same time - that's why he created mothers.

“It’s okay, sleep well, mother, presidents don’t stay in this palace, may God grant you to live here for at least half a month,” and he believed what he said, not only then, but at every moment of his long life as a despot and hermit, “ and he believed the more strongly the more convinced he was that the ruler did not have two identical days; he had always imagined some hidden purpose in the fact that the Prime Minister, during his daily reports, added a modest wildflower of truth to the lush bouquet of lies...

Two happy hearts.

We went for a walk. As we thought - to the park. I packed my bag and children. She dressed herself in white. This is a very alarming sign in general when a mother of two small children dresses in white for a walk with them. Either she was about to die, or she had gone crazy and needed to be put to sleep so that she would no longer torture anyone.

- Leave him alone, Pavlukha. My mother also forced me to take a cross, so should I throw it away now? Despite the fact that the Germans hanged my mother for her connection with the partisans.

The worst thing a mother can do in the morning is wake her up.

*On this Holiday, don’t beat them, don’t beat them up, don’t do anything so ordinary, but let her Wife and Mother and Grandmother and Niece or some other small Pigalitsa get up early in the morning, bake pies, bake pancakes of this and that, pile everything clean, wash the floors, sweep the benches, scrub the water from the well he brings underwear or outerwear from the well, he will wash and wash someone’s rugs or rugs, let him beat everything out well, otherwise I know you are dusty in the hut, even hold your nose. Let him chop the firewood, light the bathhouse, and wash himself properly. The table will be set with a rich pile of pancakes, any snack you can have from the New Year, whatever you haven’t eaten, bring everything to the table.

I remember.

- A human cub?... A human cub? I speak up for him. There's nothing wrong with him. I do not have the gift of words, but I speak the truth. Let him run with the pack; accept it with the rest. I will teach him!

And betray Credulity - God save you!

I never published it. Maybe one day I will. It's good to know that there is a bulletin board that holds all hope, and that all the places we go and the people we stare at and the letters we leave for others to find are not in vain.