AUTHOR : ALTYNSHASH BEGENOVA

 MY NOTES 
    
 Fairy tale - ALYNSHASH

chapter III

  1990, Belarus, all time the rain poured down. Sometimes the rain started to drizzle, probably for taking a breather, and then re-filled with new force cold shower and with strong wind was blowed to the bones. During the day I with students were visiting places of historical military events and we were stunned this tragedy that inhuman crimes were committed by the fascists nazis in Belarus.

  In a way, when I was sitting in the bus, I was trying to distract a little, I took my player with headphones and cassette albums Depeche Mode, my friend took the cassette albums Viktor Tsoi, we took turns listening to music, that helped a bit from a bad mood. The rain poured and the last day when we were getting on the train going from Minsk to Vilnius.

  I cried in Vilnius when during the tour I and students heard organ music in the church at first time, hot tears rolled down my cheeks, I turned away, quickly wiping my face that no one would have seen that I was crying.  All accumulated emotions of empathy and pain from what I've seen in Belarus resulted these tears. I went out and I turned to a sun and a wind, some time later, I calmed down.

  That time I was young sixteen years girl, but I understood that people need to have faith and strength of character. In the Soviet Union, the Soviet communist people could not go to mosques and churches, but people went and participated secretly, mostly old grandparents. 

  At that time, I sincerely wished that we could openly believe in depending on the accepted religion. 
Now I have sincerely, firm conviction that the nations inhabiting our planet earth should have sincere, open international and interreligious consent and respect each other.

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