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Look back hero!

It sparkled in the heights, in Vyshny Volochek.

Lord our God, our young patriots, the idols of our hearts, go into battle - be with them! In our thoughts, together with them, we leave the peace and warmth of our dear hearths and go to smash our enemies. Lord our God, help us smash their soldiers to bloody shreds with shells; help us to litter their flowering fields with the lifeless corpses of their patriots; help us drown out the roar of the guns with the cries of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us with a hurricane of fire to raze their modest dwellings to the ground; help us to torment the hearts of their innocent widows with inconsolable grief; help us to deprive them of friends and shelter, so that they roam with their little children through the barren plains of their devastated country, in tatters, tormented by thirst and hunger, scorched by the sun in summer, trembling from the icy wind in winter, completely despairing, vainly begging you to open before them the doors of the grave so that they may find rest; for us who worship you, O Lord, crush their hopes to ashes, ruin their lives, prolong their woeful wanderings, make their steps heavier, sprinkle their path with tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! With love and faith, we pray for this to the one who is the source of love, a true friend and refuge for all those who suffer, who seek his help with a humble heart and a penitent soul. Amen.

To life and enjoy it.

Spring

- Then you need to think about something good. Close your eyes and remember the best thing that happened to you in life. Maybe it's when your team won a championship or your first kiss with your first love. Don't tell me what it was.

This is Berk Island. We have snow here 9 months of the year. And hail the rest 3. And all the food that is here is stupid and tasteless. And the people who eat it are even worse. One joy - pets. Usually these are ponies or, there, parrots. And we have dragons

And so that this magical snow would not become the snow of our separation.

And it seemed to me that we would write on this sheet the story of our love.

how slowly it falls to the ground.

And I saw snow for the first time...

Winter frosty warmth!

You put on felt boots, a sheepskin coat made of sheep, a hat, a hood - the frost does not sting. You will leave - a melodious ringing. And the stars. If you touch the gate, it will crackle. Freezing! The snow is blue, strong, squeaks thinly, thinly. On the street - snowdrifts, mountains. There are pink lamp lights in the windows. And the air ... - blue, silvered with dust, smoky, starry.

There is some kind of magic in the freshly fallen snow - it seems to awaken the children sleeping in us.