Infinitely reconciled neighbors

"The 21st century is the century of border protection, more than ever before. Personal, social, geographical... and the more intense the struggle to protect these borders, the more refined the attacker's tactics and tasks, the more brutal and intolerant the fight becomes. Then everything is like running downhill and you can't stop. Sometimes you close your eyes tightly, take a picture and try to remember where it all started. In the tangled heap, he might have been able to grasp the tip of the thread, when someone thought that his area of influence was wider and he had to draw the lines again, of his own free will. Then, as it happens... But it still happens, the entire horizon from your window is covered only by default boundaries, and the entire surface is so smooth, the air is so transparent, that no red flags flash in your eyes from nowhere. You accept, recognize and respect. You are part of one big whole, reconciled and reconciled. "Aren't we the same planets? What are we?!" Buchachi says these words and looks at that horizon from the pit of his heart, it is smooth Rome. Sometimes he insistently and sometimes he asks his friend Zharbunia to allow him to dig holes to mark the border, because it is stupid, because he might fall into that hole himself. Buchachi and Zharbunya ran into each other in the yard of a kind man. Buchachi stands on guard of the Georgian language and preaches peace. The hedgehog, on the instructions of his father, digs the boundary separating him from the neighboring badgers, while the badger's beautiful daughter glances at Masho. Digging in the ground and Masho's love in the heart are equally deepening. The white dog Ghungulia tries to reconcile the disobedient neighbors, but in vain. The rain of shells from the black planes in the village made reconciliation inevitable. Together, they made a Weeba sign out of paper, calling for reconciliation. The shells were melted down and turned into exercise dumbbells. This book is about proven or unconditional trust, about such love, even if it goes to the bottom of the heart with ash and coal, it still cannot be extinguished, and sometimes it shines so harmlessly, with such kindness, that the evening sun warms and fades the pink colors. Yes, again - you will find a very valuable "bookmark" in this book. It will be an iris drawn with a blue pencil. don't lose it. Remembering is also saving", - Tatia Jgusia.