breakingnews
panoramas_rc
blog_rc
Caucasian holiday? The mountains catch your eye wherever you are in the Caucasus. Even when you...
Baalbek, Lebanon: Inside the ‘City of the Sun’ There's a place that keeps more relics of the Roman Empire than Rome itself....
Extremely obscure, very authentic, unbelievably Bulgakov-ish… At the hour of the hot spring sunset, two citizens appeared at Patriarch's...
She put out her tender, pale hand…and I, with severe rudeness, pushed it away.
The perplexity showed up on the pretty young face, the kind young eyes looked at me with reproach, the clear young soul could not understand me.
- What is my fault? – whispered her lips.
- Your fault? The most innocent angel in the shining deepness of the sky can do something wrong, but not you.
Still your fault is big.
Do you want to know, what is that terrible fault which you cannot understand, and which I can not explain to you?
Here it is: you are in the prime of life while I am in decline.
authors
