He has lived on the Vasilevsky island in Saint-Petersburg for a long time. For example he miraculously survived the blockade and the war – he hasn’t been hit by a shell or a bomb, he somehow hasn’t been cut down for firewood during the harsh winter of 1941 and the very cold of 1942. At least he was lucky in the fact that when the city was rebuilding after the war there was many yards altered, old and sick trees sawed off to replace them by young. But it didn’t affect him because of he was neither old or sick at that moment. He wasn’t so even now. But the very important things he saved in himself were intelligence and good manners of a real Saint-Petersburg citizen. He was very humble and just a few trees knew how much he suffered: he never boasted of it, never rebuked those who haven’t experienced the same. Everybody feel nice and easy beside...
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All of her life she has lived in a village and none of her leaf or a sprig has ever left these limits. All of her seeds fell into that land and the same land some of them gave birth to. She saw a lot of grief in her life, a lot of pain she experienced. But the look of her crown was still young, energetic and even cheerful. Younger trees around the white envy jealous of her, but they’re also learned from her that amazing quality. Many of them asked for her advice or complained for life, but none of them she ever drove away or condemned. And for that is always around her could hear the rustle of the venerable:...
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He was the merriest herb in all forest, the most optimistic and cheerful. And he always could cheer up everyone with a good joke or simply happy smile. He had nothing to stand out from others – he wasn’t luckier or more healthy or something else. But his attitude towards life, his ability to enjoy the Sun and the warmth and the birds and the rain… and in a word the whole world – that was contagious and attract everyone without exception to him. He was the soul of the company and they truly loved...
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