Little Portugal in December 1940 and a sad light in anticipation of an imminent invasion. Portugal Antoine Saint-Exupery , who no longer believes in the fool's paradise , but not horrified coming ash that will fall on the city, with the rain carrying the remains of victims of the Nazi crematoria at Porto field .
When you read how it all started then , it struck - how lucky they were . Portugal . Horror that had descended on Europe that winter of 1940 was a baby compared to the present day.
In Gomel spent all trasovikov East , drove all the texts with the terrorist operations that have killed hundreds of people on all continents , still dig some caravan routes to supply drugs
, I suppose, on both sides of Belarus, allowed authorities to whom all considered necessary .
Blessed city . You will not be forgotten even after Armageddon . Hope to keep the name. Maybe make a household - in anguish let descendants . When Mind wins what happens to people here .
We tried to smile through the power - but forces left .
Khodorkovsky was crying on the Maidan talking about freedom. Maybe it seemed . However, if there had been in Germany , albeit only on bread and water - but without someone who fights for what should supply wiring drugs or human plankton - I probably would have cried just and merciful God, who regretted man and brought to the people.
He wrote, and we did not know it would be about us :
" And I said to myself: The main thing - to somewhere preserved all that you have lived before. And customs. And family holidays . And a house full of memories . Main live to come back ... I felt that the very essence of my at risk because that so far fragile magnetic poles , without which I - nothing . I know for sure in danger desert ... "