Russian, what is it?
For me, it's brightness and incomprehensibility, like a tree.
Branches are chaos, there is always gold in the core of ideas and absurd solutions.
Combining incompatible.
It seems to be big, but it does not hide from the rain. It seems that there are not enough fruits, and the whole world is in Russian seedlings.
I love this tree and pray for its preservation, I really hope that the foliage will become thicker and it will become a reliable shelter.
I Believe, I Love, I Hope.
The Russian eagle is embossed, covered with a golden potala.