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January 8, 2024 at 4:14 AM
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Three friends gathered in the warm house, We sipped tea and relaxed with hope. They were surrounded by mountain meadows, covered with luxury, Dusty with snow, illuminated by beauty. They played dominoes, checkers, chess, We laughed, competed, and spent time. And then the writer had an idea, One is mysterious, like a hidden commandment. He told them about the dream he had, About a journey into the past, during the holidays. He announced his intention to study history, About a meeting with a forgotten era that once lived. And the architect, inspired by his speech, He started talking about ancient buildings, magnificent and beautiful, About the places where young hearts were married with love, Where time stood still in serene bliss. And the historian joined their words, Talking about life from past holiday seasons. About evenings imbued with an atmosphere of romance, About endless walks along the morning shores. They flew away together into the world of old wealth, Revived those days lost in the abyss of time, They built fabulous landscapes on their own words, And they themselves forgot the snow outside the window of the house. Historians, architects and writers together, They take us to the world of past wonderful days. The idea will come true in their magical rhymes, Where words dance in rhythm, bringing joy. Let's forget about ourselves, about professionals and names, Let us enjoy this moment, Let a spark of inspiration blaze in our poems, Let our words conquer you to your very hearts.***
