Jumpers go bald seasonally.
The Aquarius stream became gloomy,.
And on the other side of the Rubicon.
They collect potatoes from the fields. Visible to the naked eye.
How well maintained the barracks and the club are.
How fearless they are, behind the Rubicon,.
Smoke above the house: from the stove - from the chimneys. Neighbors walking around their fences.
Looking down, not looking out.
And shutters on faded facades.
Everything is closed on this side. And there is no living house on it.
Just charred pipe stumps.
Burning from explosions - Borshchovo,.
Novozivkovo and Strodov. Every day he flies over the rooftops.
And in response only the spirits become bitter.
This is Bryansk. audible? I didn't hear it.
Because they are silent about it, we missed the Bryansk ropes.
Additional buffer zones and after wrapping the children in warmth.
The victims of the fire are leaving the area. The borderland stands without revenge.
It's like there's a war here, but it's not a war.
Just empty, without God in form,.
The bush burns to the ground. Maria and Attotina.