Spring. Kiev. almost stepping morning mist, silence and suddenly I heard a wonderful song of a bird, although she sang really no where near in the opposite growing small conifer planting.
The melody of unknown paranormal origin, sounded confident but lonely. I peered through the trees, but did not see the bird having a certain color.
Apparently bird "secret" in the company is not particularly needed, even the birds of the same suit as she was. Recognize it was very difficult, but from all that I have reviewed, remembered beak, always pointing to the sky
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