Wanderer Pace, pace, pace – Amneris sings at the end of the opera Aida. It’s a peace from all the passions, fights, contradictions in her soul and in this opera’s story. It’s a peace full of tragedy, but nevertheless it is a solution. Pace, pace, pace … Just peace is peculiar for lakes – in the highest limit between all waters in the free nature. Yet it is an absolutely different kind of peace – self-confident, self-respecting, higher and stronger than even time is. In immemorial ancient times, legends and tales tell lakes had flown through the air and only then, when someone called them right they fell down and stayed there. It’s not known how was it really if someone hit the right word at a slope or hillside … But Latvian lakes names
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