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14/07/2018

...WINTER EVENING....

Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flieDante Gabriel Rossetti painting Reproductions art

s even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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painting Reproductions

10/07/2018

THE SOLOVKA

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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
Quote of the message Антонов_Николай

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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
Quote of the message Антонов_Николай

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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
Quote of the message Антонов_Николай

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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
Quote of the message Антонов_Николай

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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
Quote of the message Антонов_Николай

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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kinderÉdouard Manet Reproductions

garten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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THE SOLOVKA

Photos of irina05012009
The village of Solovetsky.

Angels are singing in heaven!

On the Trinity.


White Night. Bay of Well-being.

The Solovetsky Monastery.

Germanovsky courtyard.

View from the Celery herring.

Night Solovki.

The bird is wonderful.

Angel.

The Pilgrim.




The Holy Gates.

Church of Metropolitan Philip (1798).

The Gate Church of the Annunciation (1596) and the Annunciation Corps (17-19 centuries).

Herman's courtyard in the monastery.

Ancient transitions of the monastery's farm.

The house of the pilgrim.

Stone on the Big Hare Island.

Glade of stones on Muxalma.

A protected labyrinth on Zayatsky Island.
35 labyrinths form the energy aura of the Solovetsky Islands, fueled by colossal springs submissively bent along the line of the Force, which are dictated by the dictates of marine energies.



Poklonniy cross in the Bay of Well-being.

Coast of the White Sea. Bolshoi Zayatsky Island.

A sea hare on Zayatsky Island.

A stone rose.

White Sea landscape.


St. Andrew's Monastery on Bolshoy Zayatsky Island.

Night windows.

Cross-country vehicle.

In Pavel Lungin's painting "The Island" there are two main characters: Peter Mamonov and a severe, ascetic northern nature. Rabocheostrovsk - the place where the film was shot - the gate to the spiritual home of Russia, the Solovetsky Monastery, and the transit point on the way to the most famous Stalinist camp.


Island

The road to Solovki. Morning.

Kem. Rabocheostrovsk.Rabocheostrovsk is more than just the place where the "Island" was shot. And more than a point on the way of tourists to Solovki. The settlement until 1933 was called Red Island, and even earlier Popov Island - named after the largest island off the White Sea coast. The settlement was founded in 1888, when the Sawmill opened in Kemi. Arkhangelsk merchants organized it. The place was chosen not by chance - the bay near Popov Island is very convenient for calling ships that can swim directly to the shore. The settlement was connected with Kemya by a narrow-gauge railway, along which trolleys with a forest were launched.






"Bird of Happiness" or "Pomorsky Dove".

Settlement Solovetsky. Population of the village, as of 2010 - 840 people. It means a permanent population, i. those who stay to spend the winter. In summer, at the expense of "summer residents" from Arkhangelsk, there are about three thousand people.
Despite the remoteness from civilization and the absence of asphalt the village looks quite alive. In the year it is visited by about 35 thousand tourists. In the best years there were about 70 thousand. In the village there are 5 hotels (one works in winter), post office, "Sberbank" branch, mobile payment points, kindergarten, school. (The school has WiFi).

Despite the neighborhood with the monastery, none of the 900 Solovets became a monk.


At all agricultural obediences, in the sewing workshop, pilgrimage service, Sunday school, laundry, the sisters living at the monastery work selflessly to help the sick and elderly residents of the village. Before the revolution, women in general on the Great Solovetsky Island were not allowed, prayed on the next small, and called - Babiy.
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09/07/2018

ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

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The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIA

MESSAGE LIOLA






The sun falls below
Behind a darkening boron.
We went to Kizhi,
To the edge of the epic and the lakes.
Where there are free birds
Glorify the blue space,
Where weave lace
Pattern behind the pattern.
The wind blew cool,
The night is warm and bright,
And they rose in bulk
Above the water dome.
Zaonezhsky Tales
As if suddenly came to life,
We heard even
Axes are tapping.
We came to worship
Unforgettable singers,
Masters, lace makers
And people's creators ...






































Message series "Karelia":
Part 1 - ISLAND OF KIZHI. KARELIACHAST 2 - NATURE KARELICHAST 3 - WATERFALL OF KIVACH. KARELIA ... Part 8 - ON KARELITY 9 - SORTAVALA. KARELIACHAST 10 - KALEVALA IN KARELIA
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