Rose has grown around the war memorial. Masses of roses. Rose bushes are too long have strangled the grass. Their white buds are rolled up like paper. Leaves rustle up. The sun, and will be updated soon. Vyndych every morning paragon as he stepped into the mill bike goes, can count on, opposite the war memorial in the wars. When it reaches the first poplar, where every day always falls into the same hole, the days are counted. Night and day of the year when the mill locks again counts.
The distance could smell the roses and see the war memorial and poplar. When the weather is foggy, the tall, white roses and white stones in front of him covered. Vyndysh pedal goes. If he is not flimsy. Pushes his bike until they reach it. Mass thorns and weeds beneath the faded roses were empty. Tabrizi was so bare that it almost cracked wood. Snow-covered path. Vyndych to two counts of war monument and has deep craters near the ast two hundred and twenty-one days.
Every day when Vyndych Tabrizi falls into the pit side thinks the other end. When you migrate from Vyndych decided, finally sees the entire village. Time for those who want to remain living there. Vyndych sees beyond paragon the end of the night guard is standing. Two hundred and twenty-one days after the Vyndych to count, and fell into the pit, first walking bike. Leans his bike into a tree. The sound of his steps long. Wild Kftrhay churchyard paragon of flying, gray head and voice just makes it different ...
September 93
Persian date Farvardin 92
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