sea [Theme]

In a sea of bodies, waves of corpses rolled over those I once loved, the ship falling apart under their pressure. The ship on which I sailed from the land of shining fields. Their tombstone is sacred. Don't come here with the sun! Don't come here with a sword! Don't come crying about your body! Don't come with anxiety...

We learned for ourselves that pain is real.

By the Black Sea...

Together with yourself.

Flies from the chest.

In fact, we people are like a flow of water, some of us achieve a rich happy life, like a small river flows into a huge sea, or live an ordinary, unpretentious, boring life, like a river flowing into a small pond. But there is also a difference: we are able to choose for ourselves which direction to live.

- Well, he is our captain. In general, I don’t know why he shouted at you so much. ... No, my friend, the captain is a very wise man, very! It's a pity that illiterate sailors can't open his head and see what he has there.

You will be on the Mediterranean sea.

Look at the expanse of water and the expanse of sky...

This April blossoming of trees, grasses, flowers, in general these first spring days - there is nothing more subtly beautiful, pure, festive in the world.

- You.

What color is it today, your Sea?

A Crimean goes to the sea twice a year: once at Epiphany, the second in October.

The worst events in our lives have this peculiarity: the last happy moments before everything collapsed are always most clearly imprinted in our memory. Seconds before impact, ice cream at a gas station before a car accident, the last swim in the sea before you returned home and learned of a fatal diagnosis. Our consciousness keeps returning us to those happy moments, night after night, asking: “Could I have changed anything? How could I be happy at such a moment? Could I have prevented what would happen if I had known in advance?”