Life Of Oleg's #Chapter 2
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The dazzling slopes were filled with chorus stars, like happy meadows and mountains, where Oleg was flying. He took his instruments and music and was ready to set off into the unknown, on a journey that could be long and difficult.
Oleg himself walked through the fields of tumans and moving clouds, on the slopes of the mountain peaks. Every moment new melodies and songs came out, which, as it were, merged with the crystalline wind. But there was a cold night of merry melodies, in which Oleg tried to find the answer.
They went through a long road of hopeless distance, on our small place called St. John's. The inhabitants of that place at that time built stone towns with great love, and the cleaned streets lit up with smoke. But in that town they kept no music. The townsmen had no happiness in the present days, and they were patiently mourning and grieving over the past.
Oleg with an open heart turned on his instrument and melodies sounded, coming out of the cold nights. These were ceremonies that became bright moments in every house. The heart began to flow in time, and miracles began to flow in thoughts and actions.
The city of happiness began to rise. Oleg sang his melodies every day, every house, the joy of the soul and the rising joy of the sad city. Soon, in a house with joy and music, the city's happiness became one.
But Oleg, he went with confidence that he would go to new years, where happy friends lay down on cold evenings. To create melodies throughout the world was his calling.
So one story ended, but only a new one began on a green planet – a story about how music brings new joy, where the heart opens.
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Rufer De Almao (Phd), Professor of Stanford
Medical professional with a strong academic background in healthcare, dedicated to advancing knowledge in clinical practice and medical research. Passionate about improving patient care and contributing to medical education.
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