Когда птицы перестанут песни петь на английский

Translation of the story *When the Birds Stop Singing* by Irina Odarchuk Pauli:

The ground was slipping away beneath my feet, breaking into tiny pieces, scattering into the abyss of infinite space, and I, along with it, turned into nothingness, flying into nowhere. The air was completely gone, and somewhere in the distance, the last alarmed cry of birds echoed before suddenly vanishing forever.

Everything had come to an end. Now, the Earth was no more. All that remained was a bright, frozen spot, the only reminder that there once was a planet called Earth, where people lived happily, dreaming, loving, creating, and hoping that tomorrow would be better than yesterday.

And then, the transparent white spot spread wider, hanging like a cloud.

But no, it can’t be! My soul screamed in despair, overwhelmed by the terrible catastrophe, turning into nothingness. What will happen now? Nothing. Everything has disappeared and dissolved, as if it never existed—no Earth, no life, no love. It was as if it had all been someone’s abstract, alien dream.

"Hush... Hush, my dear, don’t cry!" I remember it as if it were now, how my beloved mother soothed me, rocking me in a hammock amidst the beauty of living nature, while birds chirped loudly and joyfully above me, their melodic, beautiful trills soaring high in the air.

It was so long ago, yet their beautiful song still rings in my ears, a song that should never end. It continues to flow even now.

Forever with us are life, truth, and love...

We must do everything in our power to protect, to not destroy all living things, to save them. After all, the beauty of the Earth cannot disappear forever into nothingness.