Лубок как искусство
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We are on the earth only visitors. Wanderers. The wanderer going - never forgets, that he is a wanderer. The native land to which he aspires, is always beyond his eyes. He patiently endures difficulties deprivations and illnesses. He always remembers, that he is a wanderer. And no matter whether he endures good or hard times he always remembers, that it is necessary to go forward - and he goes. Rises uphill, instead of creeping by the ground as many other do.