The ground was storability village,
And lost their former appearance,
When they were left "shadows",
And because the soul hurts.
Villages mourn.Forget them,
To the mercy of fate giving.
But once people lived,
Without saying a bad word.
Now where people used to live,
The house,like ghosts,stand!
And fill the graveyards with graves
Not for the first year in a row.
And everything is not familiar,and it hurts
Look at the death of tyranny...
And the thought strangles me involuntarily:
Why is everyone so ashamed?
& nbsp;02.12.2020