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 Like a colorful mosaic that gladdens the eye and summons a smile, there is now a small lane in the botanical garden of the Stary Oskol Medical College. After approaching a bit closer to this beauty, the visitor becomes serious and pensive. He sees the inscription: «Lane of Roses, in memory of the children who died during the storming of Nord-Ost on October 26th, 2002. Students and faculty from the college built the lane on the eve of the sixth anniversary of this terrible tragedy.»
Ten children died at ‘Nord-Ost'. What can be more awful than the death of a child? A senseless and cruel death, death at the hands of a grown up who is required by the natural order to protect and raise a child. They were our contemporaries. Now they are not the same age as we are, 19 and 20. These were to be there beautiful school years. They, just as we, could enjoy life, learn something new, love and take care of their loved ones. Let us recall that since olden times a family consisted not just of one single generation, and this was its glory. There were grandfathers and grandmothers, fathers and mothers, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. The family is the reservoir, the protector of human happiness. In it the child is the most holy. And they encroached upon this holy object. Why? In olden times they once said: “When the family is together and the hearts are there.” The question, certainly, that is rhetorical: “Why can’t they be together?
When will the parents’ hearts be there?” It is difficult to realize that there are no answers to such questions. We must not feel uninvolved in another’s misfortune, thinking that it does not concern us, or that explosions are going off somewhere far away, or that our relatives and friends are not among the hostages, or that nothing depends on us. A lot depends on us. The main thing that we, the younger generation, can understand is that mercy, unselfishness, sincere generosity, compassion, and memory are the dynamic qualities of modern youth. They also help in resisting terrorism. It is of critical necessity that we accept these as the basis of all the principles of our lives, and our civic position.
 For us they returned as a charming lane. We, the students, will take great care of each rosebush. There are ten of them, just as there were ten fallen children. The roses harmoniously and beautifully bloom in white, pink, and bright red flowers. Sparkling and displaying their paints under the sun, they call out to us to say “No!!!” to terrorism in any of its manifestations, and to remind us of the youth, beauty, and purity of those who will forever remain in childhood.
By Svetlana Radko, Student GOU SPO, ‘Live for Life' volunteer organization of Stary Oskol Medical College, August 28th, 2009. The poet Lyra Abdullina (also from the city of Stary Oskol) once wrote: | …I will be.
I am.
If they say «She was»,
Oh, if they say to you
«She was» — don't believe it!
Even I
Didn't believe it
But for a minute
Before death. | As the wind, as a branch,
As a bird did I return.
Listen to me,
I ask you,
Listen!
I will not leave you
And this I vow
But for a minute
Before death. |
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Written by Алена Михайлова, on 31-08-2009 11:40
Очень хорошая и светлая идея! Главное, чтобы не забывали имена погибших детей, и через много лет все студенты знали, что это за аллея. Молодцы! Берегите эти цветы!
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