I had a dream: that I was fusillated.
The demons shot in me with all persistence.
And scarlet roses my soul in red painted.
And body dropped the soul like flower - petals.
And I recalled saint Seraphim from Sarov -
Bending to me, he said in plaсid stillness:
Before the bliss of next world – I remind you:
All sufferings from here – are just an instant.
I had a dream that I was fusillated расстрел
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