The destiny of all is better - creation,
But poor bunny, you're a game.
As it turned out, there is a lot of fear,
There is a lot of suffering with beauty ...
Sometimes groaning we ask God -
Help us with happiness and dream!
But what is anger in the world,
What began to twist us like a tornado,
But God answered - this is to,
You did not become lazy like a bear!
After all, if the banana itself fell off,
You won't even harness the plow.
The faces of the saints from the icons nod,
No pineapples - sow rye!
Well, that work leads to success,
He will make our race stronger!
And prosperity is not in a hurry,
No need for stinginess of cats!
The reward will come - there will be strength,
And we will resurrect those who fell in battle!
Punishment will befall, know Judas,
Lies and deceit will be avenged!
Rosa was finally brought to the massive door, on which the ominous number "13" was knocked out. The handcuffs were removed from her, and the young woman felt relieved as she rubbed her exhausted, bruised wrists. Yes, handcuffed and painful and humiliating at the same time.
She was taken into the cell. Inside it was a little warmer than outside, there was heating. The cell turned out to be double and there was a girl with red hair in it. Pretty pretty, and she slept with a blanket. Waking up, she turned her tender face and asked:
- New girl?
The jailer nodded.
- Political! I think you two will be much more interesting!
Rose remarked:
- I don't have bedding?
The matron chuckled.
- In order for you to be more accommodating and testify as soon as possible, you are deprived of pillows, blankets and a mattress. You will lie down on the bare boards, you will freeze, and you will sooner testify against your accomplices and accomplices !
Rosa angrily stamped her bare foot and growled:
- Do not wait!
The heavy, massive cell door slammed behind her with a creak.