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Memories of a lost civilization
From the cold villages,
Where the frost froze on their faces,
Where the sun looked out from under my feet
On God-forsaken children.
Where the sky was full at night
By the light of the moon and the points of the stars,
Where are the birds above us?
Going on a long flight.
The land was divided between the clans a hundred years ago. For a hundred years, the clans have kept us on their borders, encouraging those who kill strangers and killing those who flee. The clans used the methods of force, saying that they wanted peace and prosperity. Their peace and prosperity was always followed by deception, which led to even more blood. Honest people who considered it the meaning of their lives to devote themselves to her work, left behind resources and knowledge that were disposed of by those in whose hands the Arkady automatons turned out to be. They often justified their internecine wars by law, invented them on the go, and covered their vices with a large curtain of "grandeur". So clans became empires…
– Grandfather, I'm going to the city!
"To the vegetable garden?" Grandpa adjusted his glasses and looked at his grandson. The grandson was all packed up and ready to go. "Ah, so you're going to town. What is there in the city that is not here? Well…
– There are people, there is development, civilization…
"What a civilization it is. Civilization is long gone. This is so, its remnants and no more. What came after… And what happened before…
– Yes, grandfather, you told me about the World Union… – the grandson lowered his eyes and said it with as sad an intonation as possible.
"All right, all right, go."
Sasha hugged his grandfather goodbye and, picking up all his things from the floor, set off. He had to walk to the train station and catch a train, then go to the city of Branches. Vetka is a fairly large city, but it's a pity that it's still not the capital and close… Since childhood, Sasha has been looking at the capital of the Chariot from pictures and photographs, dreaming that one day he will definitely be there, an accomplished and successful person, and besides, a professional in his field.
Honestly, Sasha would give anything to ever see, or live, or visit, that very World Union. Once there was a time when all these people, who today shoot off each other's limbs and threaten to destroy them, were friends with each other, went to each other's homes and all worked together for the benefit of a great common goal. They say that if the World Union still existed, Sasha would have received housing in the city simply by right of his service… After all, he is the secretary of a very serious city official. And maybe someday, he'll move to the capital of their Chariot.
The Chariot Republic came into being as a breakaway from the World Union when the Chariot rulers decided that they didn't need anyone and could build a great life within their own state. All the other republics were infectedwith it: some earlier than ours, some later. It probably didn't start with the Chariot. It is worth saying that the situation that arose, as a result, had very deplorable consequences…