Istochnik Svyataya Troitsa

Grace for all who love God natural beauty.

The opportunity to breathe fresh air and draw clean water from the spring

Good, but not very cultured

Pure spring water, mesmerizing nature

Not freezing even in a cold, Not drying in the summer heat The spring is murmuring. People need him With its healing water. In the trees the light of dawn burns Birthing birds on the branches. And the sunny bunny is playing In its silver streams. Crown trees like arches. The holy spring is so dear to us What feelings and thoughts are round dances I will give sweet prayers. Centuries fly by and years But power is inescapable in him, And how much is folded by the people Bylin over this spring. In epics - centuries-old glory And the valor of a warrior in battle. And people overcome everything, While drinking live water. Unbearable to us alien Power, like a foreign language on the air. The spring in us arouses feelings: The people are powerful and God is great.