A photorealistic Christmas window display with frost patterns, two illuminated Christmas trees, gifts, and glowing candles, reflecting a person.

Silence under the falling stars Silence fell on the crystal snow, Frost embroidered stars on the glass. On this night, under the sad roof of heaven, We think differently about Hril*. Somewhere there are candles in window garlands, Laughter, gifts, Christmas trees, outfits. Here there is fasting, prayer in quiet churches, Stern words, solemn rows. Different calendars and dates, There are different meanings attached to this hour. But they burn like eternal rewards, The same stars looking at us. Because there is a revelation in the heart, The essence is not in rituals and not in words: This is the night of the big approach Towards the light - in good thoughts and deeds. Let faith have different roads, Like patterns on window ice. This night is for the world, for example, How to breathe in unison and walk in harmony. After all, we are striving, in essence, for something similar: So that peace reigns in the soul and in being. Under the anxious December sky Go to one thing - to love and to goodness. So let the stars that burn on high, Over Paris, over Moscow, over Rome, They will remind you that the difference is sincere We wish for peace—unharmed. And under this whisper of the blue night, That the mother of all latitudes and all confessions, Let them become closer at least for a moment People to just be silent, dream and... forgive. --- *Hrilo is an outdated, poetic Slavic name for Christ. The poem seeks to show that different traditions do not separate in one night, but, like See more