When night comes, something as powerful, fresh and caring as a loving mother comes into my mind. Silence is like a warm and furry hand stroking gently, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory-brushing away all the fine dust that eroded people during the day. On the face with nothing, even the scars are embellished. Although these dirty scandals are disgusting, although they oppress us and crush countless outstanding people alive, the Russian mind is still so healthy and young, and the yamen is overcoming them and will certainly overcome them.

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