Life Of Oleg's #Chapter 3

As he continued on his way, Oleg came to new lands, where the wind blew slowly, enveloping the cauldrons in tangled mists. In the south of these lands a city was founded called Iskhod. The cities were tangled in the mists, their hearts cooled from the long-lost mothers who tore them away from joy.

Oleg built a moham to the sound of music. He entered the city with his love for the moon and then rushed to the amazingly low atmosphere of the dazzling rays, illuminated by bright-red azure headlights. His melodies pumped only the brightest radiance of the sun-drenched mercy, and the cold houses began to warm up. The city was gone, but songs from bright instruments were heard, a real holiday began. People gathered in the streets, visiting starry forgotten friends and remembering, plundering inner desires and joy. Olega's songs were made by reliable Russian keeper, revealing new and new facets of love and loyalty.

At night, the drowsy prinestiys tantalize the stars in the clear sky, advancing to the endless polynych ... Every song that Oleg sang brought the inhabitants of Berezovogo Bor closer and filled their hearts with joy and bright hopes. When Oleg finished playing, the inhabitants walked towards him with long legs and tender words of gratitude.

And so, music, like a wind roll call, moved through all the cities and villages of the green planet, filling them with new life. The inhabitants founded their new joyful cities, where Oleg's songs became part of every day life. And in these places, where music was heard, the heart of the whole planet was filled with such joy and love.