In social networks, passionate discussions are burning, whether refugees will destroy Europe, whether they will enrich it and much among them terrorists. And we decided to simply remind you what war is for civilians and why they run from her. On the example of another, closer to us - civilians in the east of Ukraine.
The poem where the war is not mentioned never, but destroys everything.Girls
They are twelve, they love Winx, Cumberbelt and Anime, post-the quotes from the life of Naruto and Harry Potter on the wall, in PM exchange verses, clumsy, early, defenseless before being impressive - about the long war, dissimilar to others, and in general, different Patinous. If one else sees online, prints immediately: "Hi!" And a bunch of emoticons, which would be vulgar, Kaba is not pure joy of them. Normal such girls, normal twelve years, normal friendship forever, Normal banal openings, recognition, revelations, Secretarians and secrets. Another one discovers that the second decided to forget her. There are no more response to one answer. There are likes, no comments, not a single explanation. Fucking, changed the account, not a word. Not speaking. The palm night in a row girl is drawn in bed long It looks out the window, as lights burn-solid, indifferent, and how they spread the muddy spots of the rainbow, and sweat then in darkness, and go out at all. Almost immediately the girl wakes up, and checks soap, personal and record on the wall. The girl would ask - knew what! - Forgiveness ... the usual one is the story, often at twelve years. The girl is sitting at the company, there is a message again and again a message: Danka, Tyumen. Lena, Lugansk. Lena! Lena! Answer!
Text of the poem: Lilith Mazikina