earth [Theme] Page 6

People just need to be reminded more often that they are people. What are the Russians. One blood - one earth. Evil is everywhere. There will always be hunters to sell you for thirty pieces of silver. And more and more troubles are pouring on the peasant: either the Tatars three times in the autumn, then hunger, then pestilence. And he keeps working, working, working. He bears his cross humbly. He does not despair, but is silent and endures. He only prays to God for strength. Will not the Almighty forgive them for their darkness? After all, you yourself know - something doesn’t work out or you are tired, you are tormented, and suddenly, you will meet someone’s gaze in the crowd, a human one ... and as if you took communion. And everything is easier now. Is not it?

Give free rein to the wind, breathe in the evening air with a full chest, listen to the sound of the sea waves - after all, this is what the Earth sings for us. Look how the sky is painted with sunset colors, changing the cloudy palette every minute, giving more and more new pictures of our memory...

Our land is forgotten by the mind of God, forgotten among the stars, and lonely, alien to each other people on it! And now, when you think about it, it becomes penetratingly clear how much a man needs a beloved woman.

The earth, spinning, overturns human ideas. It would be better if it was flat.

Illustrious - he is a citizen of the universe.

We hear, beloved (my beloved).

- Of course. It is on them that the earth rests.

As long as the Earth is spinning, any position is shaky.

left.

The body of a loved one is a land without borders. You open it, but not at once, but carefully, step by step, going astray, losing your bearings, making your way through its sun-drenched valleys and hilly fields - warm and welcoming - and you find yourself in secret corners with hidden caves - invisible, unexpected - and potholes that can be bumped into and injured.

- That's why we're chasing after every fallen meteorite. And we won't stop until the last meteor hits the ground!

He died for us, contrary to nature.

Russia will!

Everything comes alive. Everything speaks. The dead rise from their graves at night, come to the living when they sleep, bend over the bed and whisper dreams to them. You cannot see it. Your eyes are not your eyes. Your ears are not your ears. Your heart is not your heart.