Such purple sunsets happen to be blazing above our city. After the fussy day that is full of meetings and partings, victories and defeats, tears and smiles, the night embraces us to make our problems recede, pain of offences and losses – allay, bitterness of hope ruin – alleviate and the night whispers us its fairy tale. And if there are some minutes, when both the tired earth and soul are in gloom, we survive, because such purple sunsets exist… We go on living and wait for the first rays of the golden dawn that will plash the new day at our eyes, warm the soul with new impressions, spin us in troublesome dance and give us hope…

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