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Thunderstorm

A summer thunderstorm is rolling thunder and flashing lightning. It's a riot of colors and sounds. The thunderstorm in summer is magnificent in its majestic and terrifying beauty. She fascinates and captivates with her unknown natural power. The pre–storm air smells special. It is rich, fresh and fragrant. Hot gusts of wind, darkened sky, heavy first drops on the dusty ground – all this is the beginning of a thunderstorm.How cheerful is the roar of summer storms, When, sweeping up the flying dust, A thunderstorm surging like a cloud, It will confuse the azure sky And recklessly-insanely Suddenly it will run into the oak grove, And the whole oak grove will tremble It is broad-leaved and noisy!.. As if under an invisible heel, the giants of the Forest bend; Their peaks murmur anxiously, As if conferring among themselves, And through sudden anxiety Bird whistling is constantly heard, And where is the first yellow leaf, Spinning flies off onto the road… F. Tyutchev. 1851.g. Music by Anatoly Shestopalov. 1 The Light of Your Soul.2. Thunderstorm, natural ambient.3. Duduk .Sadness.

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A summer thunderstorm is rolling thunder and flashing lightning. It's a riot of colors and sounds. The thunderstorm in summer is magnificent in its majestic and terrifying beauty. She fascinates and captivates with her unknown natural power. The pre–storm air smells special. It is rich, fresh and fragrant. Hot gusts of wind, darkened sky, heavy first drops on the dusty ground – all this is the beginning of a thunderstorm.How cheerful is the roar of summer storms, When, sweeping up the flying dust, A thunderstorm surging like a cloud, It will confuse the azure sky And recklessly-insanely Suddenly it will run into the oak grove, And the whole oak grove will tremble It is broad-leaved and noisy!.. As if under an invisible heel, the giants of the Forest bend; Their peaks murmur anxiously, As if conferring among themselves, And through sudden anxiety Bird whistling is constantly heard, And where is the first yellow leaf, Spinning flies off onto the road… F. Tyutchev. 1851.g. Music by Anatoly Shestopalov. 1 The Light of Your Soul.2. Thunderstorm, natural ambient.3. Duduk .Sadness.

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