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"Trees stood silently. Their powerful, harmonous trunks reminded bodies, branches lasted up and in the parties or hanged down in powerlessness, as if hands - that in mute amazement, in rasterrjannosti, in pleasure, in grief. It seemed, that at each of these it is doubtless zhivh beings the. Only to it inherent character, the problems..." I.Serov "A tree you mine, a tree..." E.Bachurin |
The trees stood in silence. Their robust upright trunks resembled human bodies: branches reached upward and sideways or hang languidly like arms - in numb awe? or in desperation, or in joy, or in sorrow. These living creatures seemed to have their own identities, their own troubles... Ivan Serov Oh my trees, my trees, you stand like candles in the wind. Evgeny Bachurin |
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