На иностранных языках
We grew up in a village.
In the depths of our being,
a rural landscape unfolds
Where roots of our ancestors once dug deep into the earth.
A place where sunrises were a symphony of birdsong and rustling leaves
a rural landscape unfolds
Where roots of our ancestors once dug deep into the earth.
A place where sunrises were a symphony of birdsong and rustling leaves
Vladimir03
28.02.2026