Talking with birds, it seems to me, that I stand, eyes closed, on the bank of a very fast river. The river, which carries away our sorrows and misfortunes... the River, which takes away our grief and suffering. Years of fear of many people, their moaning and groans, tears of children and the hopelessness of prisoners are rushing by me. And the river disappears into the unknown sea, distant and inaccessible, inexplicable to these people. And the river bears grains of sand of misunderstanding, and the big blocks of wars. And the river carries away all of this from people very rapidly, because it is a big river. And the river has a name... And crossing the river, I have not washed my troubles away, but have filled my palms, and the river became a little narrower. And I went on, in to the distance, along my difficult road, talking with birds.
Talking with birds
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