Russians

The Russians broke through the system and let the light in. Sacrificing, perhaps, everything. But is there any other way?

Who's gonna feel bad? The garbage. It'll burn, it'll stink. The time of cockroaches and parasites is over, it's time for people. The time of those who loved, hoped and believed.

Today, reclaim your faith, live with it, and defend it. With a shield, but with a sword.

Wake up, drop it, and look up: from there comes the most powerful force. From there, love itself smiles and calls. Go. Be brave and open your heart. And fear nothing. Don't even be afraid of the old woman.

Tired, weary travelers break their knees. They sit down. They meet the dawn. There it is, the scarlet streak cutting through space. There it is, Yar, Kolob's brother, there it is, the true light, clear and rewarding, rising. You can't hide.

The travelers looked at each other, looked at themselves, and finally saw in themselves the children of light. The day arose in all its beauty and power and dispelled the captivity, the darkness, the karma.

All logical constructions in the light of truth have fallen apart, and now the Lord Himself will answer the questions. Ask. Listen.

And the travelers arose, and entered fearlessly into a new essence, into their dawn.

- That's the story," said Peter Afonasyevich and added, "and that's what the life-giving light does.