Write the legend of chisinau
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Everyone and everything has its purpose in this world. A purpose that must be guarded so as not to be ruined by the shadow of mistakes.
A plot of land, small or large, is a territory, and this territory belongs to someone - to the one who lives here and takes care of him, that is, to a people. There are many peoples in this world, and each one of his earth is loved in a special way. They all have a beginning, they all continue, but it is good to look back from time to time. For this is the only way we can see ahead.
... Many, many years ago, there was a territory, on which the people carried their hard days after the war. This poor people had not known for many years of rain, at least how small. For the people were convinced that a single drop would save the earth. But the rain did not come and the people did not hope for good days, with the table full of food, with fresh air, with cool greenery on which to tread the tired soles, cracked by the many beaten roads, with a fertile ground, to bring them the bread that will beautify Sunday dinner.
The miracle that could save them was called hope. Hope dies last and, whoever hopes, finally sees his dream come true. One day, two young children were playing with the dryness under the scorched fence. They were like two angels, always bringing the thought of Abun and hope. Their names were Chi and Nau. In the rush of the game, they took the path that led to the forest on the hill. They stopped under a tree to rest, he was surprised that he still had a few leaves that clung to the frame like the man of the country. They imagined that at the root of the tree there might be a spring that watered the leaves. They were naive and, like any child, believed in miracles. They began to dig carefully and carefully.
It was no coincidence that they were two child angels. From their will and hope came the miracle that the people needed.
From the earth sprang to the light, like a dove out of a noose, a stream of water - pure, crystalline, sweet and clean as a tear / From moment to moment the stream grew, turned into an impetuous stream. The children's joy was infinite, so they did not notice how the swirling water enveloped them ... They saved the world with their own lives. Being children, however, they did more than anyone would have expected. They saved a people.
It had to go down in history. Remained. To this day, the place where we live is named after them - Chisinau.