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                                 The Hottest Winter Ever

                                     (For sweet memory of the Heaven Hundred)

A new day comes after a night. Everything keeps moving in it’s circle. History and all the events, that are connected with it also have their own circle. Learning the history prevents us from repeating the mistakes of our ancestors and gives us the opportunity for achieving the goals they were not to achieve.
The winter is usually a cold season, but that winter was the hottest one they’ve ever seen and heard about. That winter has shown them that freedom is the way of life, that must be always struggled for. The power is given to some people for improving the life of the whole society, but not for satisfying their own ambitions. Rotten power and corruption are like a cancer, that settled deeply in the organism. And this cancer can’t be treated by only one course of chemotherapy.
That was a cold, snowy morning. And it was snowing so hard, as if nature was giving a sort of sign to the people. Two friends were sitting near the fire in the right side of the square. They were keeping silence and each was somewhere deep in his own thoughts. Then one of them started speaking: “So, Architect, what are you going to do after getting your Bachelor’s degree?” – “You know, Hunter, I haven’t decided yet. I was offered a scholarship at Vienna Technical University in Austria”. – “Oh, that’s a great, chance of getting experience from foreign colleagues. Besides you have an amazing opportunity for seeing such a beautiful country.” – said Hunter after a while. “Have you ever been there,” – asked Architect. – “No, but I have always been dreaming about visiting this country. And I’ve read a lot about it. So I advise you to except the offer anyway.” – “Well, I hope everything will settle down in our  country soon, so I won ‘t worry about it and my family. But… but my girlfriend, she will miss me. Well, I will think, I still have time.” Then they both went on keeping silence.
Suddenly they heard some loud short bursts it sounded like somebody was throwing petards one by one. In about five minutes a panic burst out at the square. Somebody was shouting: “The sky is falling.” The guys stood up and went, closer to the center. There they saw some people in plastic helmets carrying other people on the stretches. Architect asked them what was being happened. They were hurrying up to the medical center and one of them answered:” The sky is falling! There are quite a lot of injured people not far from here on the… Street. We must rescue them. Somebody is shooting them. They are using a real weapon”. Architect and Hunter changed the two people, who were carrying the stretches with the injured man and hurried up to the medical center.
When they entered the building of the medical center, they saw about five injured people lying on the stretches and medical staff, providing them with the first aid right in the corridor. The guys carried the stretches with the injured man closer to the operation room, but there a nurse stopped them and ordered to put the man on the flour. She explained that the operation room was busy with heavy injured people and doctors were operating them. Then she started providing the man with the first aid. Architect asked her if she needed their help. The nurse asked them to fetch some more roller-bandages, two packages of wadding and a wisp. Then she added:” Please, hurry up, guys, otherwise we have the risk of losing him”.
So the guys went to the storeroom, where all the medications, brought by the volunteers, were kept. They took all the necessary things and hurried up back to the nurse and the injured man. When they finally reached them, they saw the nurse checking the pulse of the man, who was lying on the stretches with his leg tied. The nurse took the medications and started bandaging his second wound. While she was doing it several new stretches were carried into the building.
Architect went outdoors. Hunter followed him.  They saw a lot of people standing near the entrance. Somebody from them was shouting: “ We need some more people to help us bring the injured from that street. Architect, Hunter and three other men agreed to go. Architect put on his bike helmet, as there was nothing else to protect his head, and took a long shield of metal. Hunter also put on a plastic helmet and took stretches with one of the three men. Everyone got equipped and they started moving.
They walked about ten minutes. Then they heard short acute shots. That meant that they have almost reached the hottest point. When they turned the corner of the Street, they saw the people lying from one side of the stone blocks. Some of them were injured and other, who were not wounded, were covering them with shields. Architect, Hunter and the three men ran up to them and tried to take the injured on the stretches. But suddenly one of those three men got a bullet in his leg. Architect dragged the man to himself and covered him with his shield.
Suddenly a new acute loud shot thundered – Architect fell on his back. The last thing he managed to do was to smile. His blue eyes were blindly looking into the grey snowy sky. Who knows, may be such Architects are of great necessity in Heaven?