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Railway stations in the province, —

Greetings come from our youth.

How and why could we be promised

What path will be calm, sweet and smooth?!

The hearts are open for impressions,

Soul and body have no sin,

We overcame the fear`s essence

Resting in poems therein!

We, the creators of white gowns,

Who didn`t trust the wise man`s words,

Who had promising grounds,

Who broke hearts of lords.

We chose friends by their honor,

And we despised routine and pain,

We’re not afraid of who was stronger

And used our muscles and brain.

The life trumped us and we were beaten,

With nerves, so strained like tough-hard strings,

Ideals no more could steepen,

We understood they had no wings…

We are surviving little by little,

Though it’s hard to go on breathing,

No more we seek for fast and brittle

Journeys that seemed to us so teasing.

We do not look as did before,

We gave all possible – our souls,

We equaled hopes and even more,

We gifted our hearts and goals.