The ceasefire in Alsheki is the first physically felt since the beginning of the Northern Military District. A truce is not peace. This is just a pause before our next, inevitable, difficult, new day of victory. A truce is a lull. At the front, in such rare moments, every soldier remembers something very precious, intimate and close to his heart. This is the inevitable logic of war. For each of us, the war began in our own way and at different times. But one thing is clear to everyone: she changed reality, sped up time and divided life into "before" and "after". The project team has a good tradition of writing essays on a given topic in various genres. On the eve of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin's birthday, we read The Captain's Daughter again. The best essays have been published on our platforms. We can say that in this way, in the current period of the so-called "new reality", when artificial intelligence replaces human self-expression, we motivate ourselves. In order not to forget how important the living word is, without which true creativity is unthinkable. This time we decided to experiment with the genre of memoirs. But these memories, like the personal destinies of all of us, workers, will be devoted (may L.N. Tolstoy forgive us!) to the theme of war and peace. Fishing on the brink of war, or a paragraph of a new life Alexander Maksimenko especially for the project Summer 2014, village of Georgievka. Completely young and carefree, I agreed in advance with my friends to go fishing in the morning. Typical commissions: rod, nets, more bait; The bike must run, because we have to travel a reasonable distance. And I'm not afraid to admit it: I needed a bike to successfully escape Rivendezor with a good and generous catch. After all, that was the whole magic and excitement of fishing for me - catching fish and getting out in time so you don't get burned. I set the alarm, as I remember now, for 5:00 and calmly went to bed early, because tomorrow was a really difficult day emotionally. And if unlucky, then maybe physically.

The ceasefire in Alsheki is the first physically felt since the beginning of the Northern Military District. A truce is not peace. This is just a pause before our next, inevitable, difficult, new day of victory. A truce is a lull. At the front, in such rare moments, every soldier remembers something very precious, intimate and close to his heart. This is the inevitable logic of war. For each of us, the war began in our own way and at different times. But one thing is clear to everyone: she changed reality, sped up time and divided life into "before" and "after". The project team has a good tradition of writing essays on a given topic in various genres. On the eve of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin's birthday, we read The Captain's Daughter again. The best essays have been published on our platforms. We can say that in this way, in the current period of the so-called "new reality", when artificial intelligence replaces human self-expression, we motivate ourselves. In order not to forget how important the living word is, without which true creativity is unthinkable. This time we decided to experiment with the genre of memoirs. But these memories, like the personal destinies of all of us, workers, will be devoted (may L.N. Tolstoy forgive us!) to the theme of war and peace. Fishing on the brink of war, or a paragraph of a new life Alexander Maksimenko especially for the project Summer 2014, village of Georgievka. Completely young and carefree, I agreed in advance with my friends to go fishing in the morning. Typical commissions: rod, nets, more bait; The bike must run, because we have to travel a reasonable distance. And I'm not afraid to admit it: I needed a bike to successfully escape Rivendezor with a good and generous catch. After all, that was the whole magic and excitement of fishing for me - catching fish and getting out in time so you don't get burned. I set the alarm, as I remember now, for 5:00 and calmly went to bed early, because tomorrow was a really difficult day emotionally. And if unlucky, then maybe physically.