"The so-called "gray" zone runs along the entire demarcation line of the parties in Donbas - a strip of nobody's neutral territory".
"Ukrainian News", 2015
Faded eyes, faded dreams Blue ones do not reflect the sky. They just need bread, they need to live... You can't warm them up with other people's ideas. Well, what about yours? But where should they go - The brain repels reasonable thought. You want silence - and there are automatic machines. Gray area...
The shots will cover the temples with gray, How eternity will look intently into the soul. It is not easy, rejecting the identity, To live in a neutral night shelter. It is not easy to be between white and black In the space of lost landmarks. How the eyes are smoky - dreams will be shrouded Only grayness.
A blue eye peers into the sky through the smoke In the gray everyday bloodless vacuum. Heaven hurts, because He does not care the same, How we live and how we suffer. ... It is not enough to know what the Truth is, - You need the Truth to become you. Grayness, called into the soul by nothingness, The white flag will throw out without a doubt Before Love.
I rock my son to Plyne Kacha. Tears salt the pain of cheeky loss. "Heroes live! "Enemies will die"... I looked at the war like a mother.
The soul of the hand of the murdered "alive" Squeezing under "Heroes do not die!" As for her own, she killed for someone else's - There are no other children for a mother's heart.
A teardrop flowed quietly down the teardrop On the diapers of my trembling happiness. Will it be possible to save you, my son, From the formidable paws of war, will it fail?
I cried for a dead "alive" And for the living, doomed to die... And she did not divide into her own and someone else's, Because she looked at the war like a mother.
Mutilated dreams into prayer Composed for the hero and the opposite. Because who else can stop this war, Why not she - the mother blackened with grief?!
dine with me, God Sit next to me, smile like dad. Add more salad, maybe? Should I make tea from mint?
They say mint helps Soothe aching nerves. Doesn't that happen to you? You probably have strong reserves.
Oh, I'm sorry, I can't hold you... You will probably hurry to the others. Somewhere a boy is begging you So that finally there is silence.
Mother cares for her baby, He asks only for bread and sun. Do you also hear the soldier's plea - And for him you become a Defender.
I have the sun. And bread and silence. You have immeasurable human pain... I dare not ask for more: Stay, love, do not perish!
I am drowning in human grief... Give me a hand, Dad. Have dinner with me - I will make tea from mint.
God looks into the eyes son's inquisitive look, Memorable photos from an old album By the sky, reflected in puddles, I couldn't look up By the light from the windows, that beckons to the father's house.
God embraces the soul with the embrace of a swallow-daughter, wings of the wind that awakens the omens of spring, The warm smell of bread, fresh out of the oven Heartfelt song, warmed by sincere union.
God smiles in the heart toothless baby mouth, By the sun's rays that kisses the cheeks in the morning Smiley in Viber with a friendly: "Hello! Well, how are you?", The transparency of silence that fills the soul with peace.
Give us, God, to look at everyday life with children's eyes, That the wonders of Your smiles, touches looks to see…
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Life was born. Pink dawns have dawned Gentle springs of earthly human existence. Life was born. And looking for reliable stops In the quiet flash of days that fly into eternity.
And the life motive sounded, painfully familiar to everyone — The baby's first cry stopped the commotion. The mother smiled at her excessive fatigue She overflowed with gratitude to Jesus Christ.
Life was born to love, endure, suffer, To carry a cross, or, proudly wearing a crown, Wash your hands and defiantly wipe your stained clothes The blood of those who stood for the truth to the end.
Life was born - and the knees bowed in humility... And ordinary words shook the worlds: - My God, - prays the mother, - children from sin and pride, And save and protect people from malice.
How scary it is to put a piece of yourself in the hands of a formidable executioner Give her to the stake or to the crucifixion. But it's even worse in Pilate's frighteningly treacherous smile Recognize life. God-given life.
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From the human heart to God is half a step, Half a flap of wings in high flight, Determined, strong, or sick, But not indifferent.
From human pain to heaven - half a word Trembling, quiet or noisy, Begging, angry, tearful, stubborn, But frankly.
Half a word, half a step, but not half a faith, And, even though they stumbled, they didn't do it half way The road is half a tear's length long, To overcome the gap between God and myself,
A half-step of hope and loyalty with a battle - Hearts with prayer.
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I can't hold back my tears, because they will turn to stone And you cannot wash your soul with stones. Tears will flow into hope, How will the hand of the Lord touch me.
I will not embrace the thoughts of the bitter, because of malice They will turn into troubled times. And in malice, the soul is so empty... I sincerely offer these thoughts to God.
I do not extinguish the sparks of anger, because they are flames It will be the right time to burn the heart. Blessed rain in prayer I will fervently ask before the throne.
I will not hide, I will not hold back - I will pay An angry word or a desperate tear. A pure heart will only penetrate the secret The depths of union with God in eternity.
Old images of my mother on the wall They peer into the soul with a sad look. Only in those eyes I did not succeed To find what I have to do Swim against the waves despite the pain and fear, Conquer anger, forgive enemies, The burden of the neighbor is on his shoulders It's like carrying your own and not complaining. I looked for it in a sad look Ancient images and in the decoration of the temple, And the soul is somewhere in the beyond She wanted to fly over the domes. But like the son of heaven, pure, bright, With the gaze of Christ, she enlightened the soul, I immediately felt what she found The holy truth that I must know: Repentance will often be difficult And it's always not easy - a choice in debauchery... To find Christ, the life given to us, And eternity is given to us to understand Him.
I will touch suffering with compassion, To every heart - with love, To God - with ardent repentance, To heaven - purity of the soul.
I will touch - and the ice of the heart will instantly break, Tears run down his eyes And that Kingdom of Heaven will come, Where will I live now and forever.
More than once they will leave their forces, Like someone with a bleeding heart Cultivating faith, timidly It will touch my heart.
But I draw strength from Jesus... And happy and worried in an instant I will touch evil with love And I shine good in every heart.
Take a step for the first time, and maybe for the last time... Go from silent grief waiting From deaf impotence — to a brave battle, From the silence of despair - to the word of prayer.
I return to myself from myself. I wander from waiting to boarding. And somewhere far away, the sky is dancing, Looking into the eyes of not me.
Don't give up the hope of dawn, Do not beckon the starling to fly. The crumbs of love may be the last I will squeeze like a lump of my native land.
I still need her so much And I keep the crumbs like a gift... I'm looking for the sky! I long, I long for heaven! I bring myself to the altar.
And I will rise again from the ashes By the clear dawn of starry hopes, Like heavenly blue, woven from love, My wingless spirit soars above.
Swords are ringing. The soul is like a stone. The spirit shrank like a bird with broken wings. And the stubborn "I", strengthened over the years, Fights - persistently and bravely.
He does not lack tactics and flair. They have never won such battles! By force of will, he armed a point More than once it was possible to get it from the heart.
And it is in vain that the wounds hardened the heart, Covering up tearsless scars, And the spirit was dying, wounded in the heart With desires that wander in mani.
I'm going to fight. Eternity dies in the chest. Yestvo shouts: "I stand up! I can!" I look the opponent in the eyes - Is that you? Is it You, my God?!
Swords are ringing. And the soul is fiery. Unbreakable strongholds are destroyed. God against me fights for me He heals my soul with his sword.
Heals old scars with his fire, Pours into my spirit - Myrrh is the most expensive. And a soul that limps along with nothingness Congratulates gloriously, like a winner.
How much rubbish is in the temple - Both important and valuable. But by habit somewhere at the gate I'll get down on one knee.
I will do everything as usual, only It will not relieve the yoke of sadness, Because the answer is silence again. The sky is silent.
At the gate, God is cramped, He will not kneel there, Where they hang proudly among the junk Usual images of "Nehushtans".
And that's why I don't see his tears... I can only hear a terrible silence. I cry... And the sky cries. But probably about different things.
A beautiful heart is always young. The soul is beautiful - always immortal. And even though day passes towards day, Smile bravely into the future.
Rejoice in the day that brings sorrow, Smile at the moment that shines with goodness... Let the love of God shine It never fades in the soul.
And the love that God instilled in you, Give to people who are weak in lovelessness. It's a shame that someone didn't understand Love people - warm their destinies.
And the fact that the years pass is not a problem. They have deeper wisdom and stronger faith. The soul is beautiful - always young. The spirit in God is always immortal.
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The storm outside the window, and silence in the heart - A gentle, fresh wind is barely blowing. God's Spirit, who wiped away the tears from the heart, The warmth of hope breathes in my soul...
Storm outside the window. Once upon a time in storms I was looking for the fullness of life: To be fast - until oblivion, To send a chill through your veins.
Then, with a broken spirit, I am God In the storm I hoped to find In the passions of earthly vanity - Terrible, powerful, holy.
I didn't find it. And broke into the soul An unstoppable storm of despair. Suddenly: Shut up! - an unearthly voice In the heart of peace, the saint spoke.
God found me, even with a barely audible step He entered the soul in silence... In Him is hope, faith and love... The storm is outside the window, but there is peace in the heart.
Attention, promotion! Put in a package This product is a good price. And one more item as a gift If you get it right away, you will win completely.
One motor freak joked, Understanding this subtle advertising ploy: "Give me what is free, And what is paid, keep it."
And in the end he went home with nothing, Thinking: yes, sir, did you disappear — Would I be happy with the gift, If he bought the goods for "blood money"?
But similar appeals to us every day From the lips of the Lord passionately sound: "Attention! How to gain humility - The gift will be grace!"
And although the gift beckons, the conditions We are often led into a blind corner. It's not too "bloody" here, it's up to blood here You enter into a duel with your own "I".
That's why we remain weirdos, Who are waiting for a gift from heaven, But from day to day they continue for years Care diligently in yourself.
But in an exhaustingly stormy moment, When you put it on the fire altar The quiet "I" - powerless and humble, - You accept God's grace as a gift.
- Why waste words, How can you say everything quite simply? Such a statement is not a new matter, This is what the apostle once said, Waiting for support from Christ: "To spill precious myrrh is a waste!" For the protection of the poor and the needy, Disposing of wealth to others. "She did well. For ages They will remember this act and the woman..." Therefore, with a decisive wave of the hand I string pearls with beautiful words. To put them at Christ's feet, As a gift for filling the soul with words. And the moment I finish my earthly course, Hear: "That's good!" — from the mouth of Christ.
Smile, touch, faint, Shine, hug, clarify, Grab handfuls of God's grace And at fifty the same as at twenty-five.
Wink playfully, forgive everything, Burn, heat, but don't burn... Isn't it wonderful how hearts burn At seventy, like at twenty-five.
To hug tenderly, to lean in with the heart, Comfort, dream, blossom, rejoice... No wonder the days are flying by... And at ninety the same as at twenty-five.
But bear someone else's pain as if it were your own And for the sake of love - to crucify pride In a world where the thunder of malice rumbles, You have to learn at the young age of twenty-five.
The day shines through the weariness of everyday life New senses, new thoughts and dreams, And chords of unsung songs, What the soul cherishes in the depths.
Sadness is filled with hope, It is showered with longing happiness... And an invisible tablet is engraved Incessantly fleeting medicine of time.
And the spoken words sink into silence, Although, it seems, they shouted loudly, And the melody is alive In the grip of indescribable sadness.
And only the spark of faith is clear The heart is confused by the bright expectation, Wings for a dream, music with songs He gives, and the word resurrects from silence.
It will not be extinguished by years of flight, Neither the coldness of the stone, nor the sin of the curse, Through the weariness of everyday life, our path will become clear The love of God is a bright fire.
Thoughts, like birds, escape from the hand, I want to catch - I'm fidgeting with no strength: I write, read, think, draw... But only in You, Lord, is the inspiration of the wings.
And it is written when you say Although inaudible to human hearing, His living fire-pure word, What penetrates into the depths of the spirit.
Thoughts are like birds, they cannot be caught, Happy, trembling, bitter, anxious... So speak - I will listen You are the source of my inspiration, God.
1. Burn out
A candle is burning, the candle of human life Sometimes it flickers, sometimes it burns brightly... Flowing tears under the wax moan, The oppression of the time allotted to us melts.
The soul is on fire... That is the eternity of sowing Penetrates her with tears of redemption... And revives old passions The melody is tremulously unforgettable —
An alarmingly bright thought of the passage of time Against the background of the terrible realities of the evil world... The soul is on fire - who will extinguish that burning? Not such a candle - it is destined to burn out...
2. Get sick
Again the day rested on the shoulder of twilight, Converging the glow into a lunar arc, And sobbed, for someone for the last time, His immeasurably painful longing.
And looks at the new day in the eyes Cunning mean round laugh, And again it cripples the tired soul A sin that never sleeps with a deadly sting.
Heartache will turn into despair again, In the image is the word "not so". Again, someone thoughtlessly throws "the truth in the face" Will a kiss give a treacherous sign.
And again now, as hundreds of years ago, The soul aches for the lost paradise And to return home forever All human pain will meekly ache.
3. Wake up
O blessed time - a moment of salvation! Nothing can erase these feelings from the soul, When the first dawn is blue Warmed the heart with the look of immortality.
As the purity of the heavenly seal The soul was touched by the grace of the Spirit, When the mouth is silent from awe, And the heart is attentive to God's greatness of hearing.
When the ceaseless flow of time froze, And the song of eternity poured over the world, So that the spirit, rising from the sin of the depths, I could wake up to a new life.
4. To achieve