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When all the pathos bursts
turning to decay,
And the evil of his black soul
crumbles like tinsel
Then, I am sure, our captivity will end
And He will come.
He will.
Kind, affectionate - Wind of Change.

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He hung up feathers, toys,
Attached pebbles, shells,
To have a good catch
After all, he made a Dreamcatcher!

Since then, the little girl sleeps with a smile,
And bad dreams do not come
Because nearby, in a flexible web
They find shelter for themselves.

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Our spider was watching
And he cried himself ... and decided
To twist a cobweb,
To catch nightmarish dreams.

Over the head of the girl
The work of the spider is in full swing:
He tied in a circle a couple of strong
Beautiful willow twigs.

Hanging a circle overhead
Of his dear friend
With a steely spider web
He weaves a beautiful pattern.

He weaved a web inside a circle
Decorated with river pearls,
So that his friend can sleep calmly
During the wonderful time at night.

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There she put him by the fire:
- Hurry up, my friend, get warmer!
For now, you will live with me
Right next to the bed!

Girl goes to bed at night
At the head of the bed is a spider.
He can't sleep at all,
Waiting for dreams to come.

The girl fell asleep, sniffs,
And the spider sits, sits ...
In a dream, the little girl groaned
And suddenly she waved her hands.

She had a terrible nightmare,
Tears fell from her eyes, the whole dream was nasty.

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Once Upon a Spider-Baby
stayed on the street in winter
And what to do is not clear
After all, he must somehow save himself!

There was a wigwam nearby,
An Indian with his daughter lived in it,
And every day through the deep snow
He was going hunting.

Once upon a time, on a beautiful day,
When it was very frosty
Our spider fell into the snow
Almost died, by the way.

But right there a child's hand
Suddenly lifted him from the snow,
Warming a spider with a breath,
The little girl ran into the wigwam.

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A goat grazes on the grass,A fox is looking in his direction,A sparrow is flying by...Everything will be okay soon!

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"I think a lot when I'm not sleeping. More often, of course, I think about simple truths that have been known to everyone since ancient times. For example, that the world is as fragile as an eggshell, and there is nothing easier than to destroy it when it has already cracked. I mean the world in both meanings and in the maximum possible number of meanings.

The world is both harmonious and unbalanced, everything is perfect in it with a complete absence of ideals.

The world consists of people, animals, stones and plants and other "nonsense" incomprehensible to the ordinary man in the street. But everything in the world is extremely important. Absolutely. After all, the world consists not only of what is visible. And all-all this is fragile.

Friendship, relationships, love, enmity, trust and distrust are fragile. Everything can change on their poles in an instant, except for justice and pure truth. But they tend to hide, even on the surface, to pretend that they are not there. But sooner or later everything pops up in the most prominent place and becomes obvious. And this means that everything will be as it should be.

I don't know what I'm talking about, it just popped out of me, sorry." 20.11.2020

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"In prison, it is possible to learn to see the good in the bad, especially in the perspective of the development of any events, and somehow it turns out that in fact – everything that happens, everything is for the best.

Perhaps I am mistaken, of course." 01.12.2020

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"Here, I'm sending you hugs. Although I understand perfectly well that I probably won't be able to see you and hug you soon. Or maybe never at all, because it is unknown when this whole epic with the Corona will end.

In short, on the one hand, it seems like a tsunami of feelings, on the other – a certain sadness, an understanding of the utopianism of all possible romance.

In any case, the hugs are yours, as if it didn't work out. At least some and right now!" 21.12.20

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Crows fly across the grey sky,
They fly without shouting, scaring people…
and that's all, waiting for the crack of the crown
They don't see the birth of fresh ideas.

Do not be afraid, because while spreading the wings
You need to fly bravely, like birds in the sky.
Directing all the strength to the right case
We will get salt, freedom and bread.

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Here is a legend with an illustration that Andrey sent to his daughter as a birthday present to remind her of one of the pleasant moments from the past when the

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The stork doesn't go anywhere, where it's bad 

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"They wanted to bury us, but they didn't know that we are seeds" 

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+ Птица-несчастья

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+ Девочка и мальчик