There were generous warriors in the past.
Their hearts hugged huge territories.
And left us their generosity, and swords.
A Landscape of My Village, Taken by one of my friends
About Me
- Alexandr Ottoman
- Someone walking on the sidewalk doesn't look at people around him...He goes towards one ideal, which was blessed by his Gods. Maybe, he came to the world in order to come true the dreams in his mind, who knows, maybe he was intentionally sent by a holy power. However, there are something decreasing while approaching to the destination. This is very alike to the story of a butterfly. Everybody knows that a butterfly succumbs to attractiveness of a candle, which becomes the reason of his death...
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