The legend about the bird that sings once throughout all its life, but its song is the most beautiful. One day it leaves nest and flies looking for a blackthorn and continues it until finds it. Among prickly branches bird starts song and rushes to the most acute and the longest spine. And in such flour its song such triumphant that even skylark and nightingale would be envious. And the price of such unique, incomparable song is life. But the entire world takes breath hearing it and even God smiles in heaven, because the price of everything perfect is great flours…
Bird with the spike in the heart obeys the nature`s law; bird doesn`t know what power made it rushes to the spine and die with song. At those moment, when spike pierces its heart, bird doesn`t think about death at hand. It only sings. Sings until breath ends. But when we rush our chest to “thorns”, - we know. We understand. But whatever rush to “thorns”. And It will always be.