«The Kiev Pecherska Lavra is broken. I would like to be buried on these mountains, where my native Chernihiv land is visible. These mountains are beautiful, if they have not been spoiled by the wine warehouses and all sorts of abominations that were brought there by the devoid of deity, before the war. "
"Only it was so long ago that almost everything had already melted in the distant dream of time, like a dream, and drowned. Only the Desna River remained imperishable in tired imagination. Holidays are like a pure river of my childhood unforgettable years and dreams.
There are no more rivers now like Desna was once. There are no secrets on the rivers and no peace. It is clear everywhere.
Then Desna was a deep and fast flowing river. No one was swimming in it at the time, and almost no one was lying naked on its sands. We were all working people or children then. The girls did not even swim in the holiday, ashamed to drop their shirts.
Men from ancient times did not consider taking a bath according to the traditions. Women were afraid that water washed away their health. Only we bathed, the little ones. The Desna River was a young girl and I was a surprised little boy with wide open green eyes.
Be blessed, my virgin girl Desna, due to the river I remember everything for many years, I have always be kind and inexhaustible rich and generous. You gave me so many gifts for my whole life. ”- Dovzhenko -“ Enchanted Desna ”
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