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    Summer Is Colored Sleep
    Summer Is Colored Sleep
    Summer Is Colored Sleep
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    Summer Is Colored Sleep

    By Anastasia Volnaya

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    Indeed, compassion, empathy, support in a difficult situation is one of the demonstration of true love. And the opportunity to remain a person, to be a person and a support for loved ones is another important quality of modern man. But, without love and self-sacrifice there is no happiness and harmony in this life. The book of the contemporary poetess Anastasia Volnaya tells about it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnastasia Volnaya
    Release dateMay 21, 2017
    ISBN9781370418107
    Summer Is Colored Sleep
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    Anastasia Volnaya

    Анастасия Вольная творческую и душевную организацию унаследовала от родителей - отца - музыканта Владимира Данильченко и матери - художника-модельера Надежды Вороновой. Вместе с мужем, Максимом Желтовым, организовала творческое объединение Данжел (союз поэта и художника). В 2004 году записала музыкальный диск на свои стихи в исполнении Т.Травнiка, с названием "Пятое время года".

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      Book preview

      Summer Is Colored Sleep - Anastasia Volnaya

      Man and woman

      Two wings,

      Two winds,

      Two sides of the world,

      One flight.

      мужчина и женщина.jpg

      Poetry - glass

      Poetry – glass

      Through them you look

      Also you see that,

      that without glass

      It isn't allowed to see!

      Look on the world!

      In him God's Spirit!

      Feather and paper

      (Essay)

      The woman – clean standard sheet. The man – a feather. Paper will readily accept words, thoughts, feelings, images entrusted to it by a feather. Paper is capable to store, glorify and immortalize carefully what is entrusted to it by a feather.

      Paper will forgive blots and mistakes. Paper will give the chance to correct the crossed-out lines. Paper, like white wings, with pleasure will uplift an gist to the sun, expressed on her clean heart by a feather. There is no fertile field, than clean heart of paper. The union of a feather and paper generates the richest shoots,

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