Time flies, marking paths through forests and sand dunes of Ukrainian land.

Days flew by like startled birds, both over the forest, which had sunk heavily into the earth like greenish-gray granite, and over the sand dunes piled up by the winds, marking their eternal paths through the poor Derevlyan land.

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