© Hanna Daysi, 2019
ISBN 978-5-4496-8401-1
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
What is the secret of this old tower,
Which survived people and centuries?
Noble and powerful
The hand has conquered the stones.
We caressed the cold stones,
Heated hearth sore chest…
The symbol of the spirit is the Ingush tower,
Beacon illuminated the way.
She did not fall mad
Not bent your stone camp.