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There are no paradise apples on Christmas trees for a long time,
“Bilochka” and “Tuzyk” candies, and the holiday remained.
And this holiday is in expectation of a miracle, light and immeasurable,
enigmatic and mysterious, in touching the pure
snow and full moon, faith and hope. Love and
goodness will save not only the world, but also each of us.
There is no choice, you have to live, love and believe.
Life is a meeting: with God, a native person,
New Year.
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*** The land of wheat fields, the edge of the plains, children, sing — but…
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