Roman Minin «Decline of Donbass»

There was eternal peace, eternal Miner’s Day, smell of railway sleepers, waste heaps, grease; summer becoming September; innocence, simplicity and clarity.

I remember this state, the time of day when it was showing up; it was closer to the sunset when the wind had flown away into steppes, and tired hot dust was looking for a place to take a nap and unceremoniously falling on everything; garages opened wide the doors for their guests; squeaking swallows were rushing between the poplars in the sky; the sun hid behind the boiler room; gazebos and benches at the entrances were coming to life; and everyone knew each other.

Now we are witnessing how Donbass changes. Maybe even the name will disappear. I want people to remember only good things about it. Let the image of my homeland remain in memory in the form of this round stamp.

For everyone who was born there and has been happy,

Decline of Donbass should be beautiful.

If I will want to get to paradise I know where to look for it, I know, happiness is in simplicity...

Roman Minin