Майор Вихрь
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then it turned into a heavy rain with hail... I walked on relentlessly, just like under hail (in this case, just hail)... in general, when I got close to the house, the rain was already light...
But the dream was great ;) Arandor is the hope of the innocent, the terror of thugs and convicts. :D
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal