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The Menestrels, who were killed in the war, is impregnable to the citadel and the army at the walls awaits the command to storm suddenly to the stone walls, the minstrel came and quietly touched the silver strings. In a cloak, without armor with a guitar in his hands, a madman leave, here is the war, fear and death behind the Flute belt in the place of the blade is not scary to him. He, sighing, began to sing. He sang about the trees in green forests about the wind ringing in the tall grass on the stars, which at night burn in the heavens about the fast river and autumn foliage. The fact that the world should rule love that in the world is stronger than the horror of the war, in the battles of the call, blood spils and life on Earth has no price. And the song flowed, the bell and the bright singer stroked the strings with his hand in the spring stream from under his fingers, the melody flowed, flying away easily. And he sang a minstrel about the green hills about the waves that fight against the shore of the sea about how the moon rises above the sea, about dreams that bring peace with him. And in the souls of many who stood against the walls, the string in the gaze disappeared by the song, a shadow disappeared and it became not clear why the war was here. Suddenly - the bell of the bowstring, and the madman sang the string, without heating it to the end, he could no longer mit the tunes and the songs of human songs to disturb the hearts. Kill Menstrel. Is there more wine? - There are no guilty here. War is war.