Zelensky said where the heaviest battles are going

She always liked to walk barefoot on the sand, pleasantly feeling its warmth, and sometimes unbearable heat. Now that she was a grown woman, it seemed to her that it was indecent to walk barefoot, even on the beach, even accompanied by young children. When you grow up, something changes. The former ease, inner freedom is lost. Dreams are fading and disappearing… At the very edge of the shore, Lyudmila took little Olenka in her arms, somehow suddenly, for no reason, stopped and looked at the surging sea.

As soon as the noisy company set foot on the beach, Lyudmila was seized by a strange feeling of alienation. She understood that today she, perhaps, would be next to Vardan for the last time, and then — that very alienation that torments her in advance. Lyudmila didn’t even say her daily “hello…” to the sea. The Aivazovsky Art Gallery made an indelible impression on her, as well as on her parents. They saw dozens of pictures of the sea in all its conceivable varieties: a gentle sea and a formidable sea with waves endlessly running ashore, a sea with transparent turquoise on a smooth surface in calm and the same sea, only stormy, with thick black water. The Moscow guests peered into the sea landscapes so much that they got used to them; these marine species have become a part of their lives. That’s why Lyudmila still whispered through her rising tears: “Hello… Long time no see… You haven’t changed at all. Time has no power over you…”