Майор Вихрь
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Sometimes, rude conductors force people to give up their seats (Muscovites are groaning loudly right now, because they have forgotten what a conductor is). There's not much you can do about it. Unless, of course, you put on your headphones and stare out the window with a deeply indifferent expression; the chance that someone will address you decreases.
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
