Goodbye Print

Some dreams change us so much that we are no longer the same. Once I had just such a dream ... A long time ago, a nomadic people lived in the steppe. Fiery red tents could be seen far away in the steppe. Children of the sun, freedom and steppe wind. Constant clashes with other tribes began to weaken the greatness of these people. Previously proud, loyal and strong, they began to turn into cowardly, deceitful and weak. In the legends it was said that the union of a priestess and a warrior would save people. So the little girl was promised to the young war, pure mind and kind heart. The years passed. The girl studied the priestly art, gradually turning into a young girl. And the guy became a great warrior, a wise adult man. Both did not want to enter into this marriage, but both had a very strong love for the people. And after another fight, the girl made a decision about the wedding. After the wedding, the warrior immediately went on a campaign, and the girl continued to engage in her priestly duties. The respect of her husband, who did not go against her will, so sunk into her heart that from the campaign she was already waiting for him with trembling excitement. So over time, out of respect for each other, a deep, strong feeling of love and devotion was born. But this prosperity did not last long. Another challenge from the outside forced the warrior to return to the battlefield, and the girl to carry out a very complex ritual to protect the troops. So they died, apart from each other, defending their people. He met an enemy arrow, and she spent all her strength on creating protection. People, observing the self-sacrifice of their leaders, were so impressed that strength, honor and kindness returned to them in an instant. After this battle, there were no more wars, at least while this people was breathing. So the prophecy was fulfilled.