Meshty dlya Hannusi

ZHyttya, yak mlyn: kotryy tre, roztyraye na poroch zerno, prosiyuye kriz′ viyachku, zalyshayuchy lyshe naypotribnishe... Otak i z lyuds′kymy dolyaymy... I chto spromihsya vyrosty zdorovym dusheyu, tomu i syto-viyaka ne taki strashni, bo yakscho kozhen z nas i padaye, to ne kozhnomu vdayet′sya vstaty, a koly kozhen z nas i lamayet′sya, to ne kozhnomu vdayet′sya zrostysya, aby povnotsinno zhyty... ZHyvi istoriyi - yak vibruyuchyy nerv - pochula, perezhyla, prosiyala kriz′ vlasne spryynyattya i zapysala dlya vas. Use zhyttya vchymosya zhyty..