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With a beautiful fairy tale as a legend,

I will tell my story.

It is unlikely that you will recognize yourself in it,

but there is a love order hidden in it.

«From the depths of the Siberian valleys

towards the southern steppes,

a beautiful eagle flew

up to meet its fate.

He turned for a long time over the fields,

not knowing where that edge was.

His hunter spotted him,

took a bead on him.

A shot rang out,

and like a stone the eagle fell on the water.

No, he was not killed or wounded,

he became a hunter ringed.

Now that he is intoxicated with hops, he sits on his

shoulder as if he is not alive. He forgot everything:

where he was flying, what he was dreaming about,

and finally who was waiting for him.

And it was supposed to fly higher,

from the eyes of people under the clouds.

Fly to the blue-winged eagle

that awaits him from afar.

God alone knows how long

he will be in captivity.

But he remained unknown

just an answer to her pleas».

That’s how it happens in people’s lives,

you go to meet your fate,

and suddenly, some fateful case,

good or bad.

And you fell behind,

and everything seemed out of place.

So be steadfast men,

stronger than life’s obstacles!