In our village, folk say God crumbles up the old moon into stars. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
In our village, folk say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.
У нас так говорили: старый месяц Бог на звёзды крошит.
In our village, folk say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.
У нас так говорили: старый месяц Бог на звёзды крошит.
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