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The best wishes for good Sunday morning can be found on this page.
Everyone good morning and have a great day!
Happy Sunday morning wishes
Good, bright, clear morning,
Happy Sunday and beautiful day,
Have a positive attitude
And through life without stagnation!
What a wonderful morning, my friend!
Get out of bed quickly!
Today we will have a wonderful time,
After all, the day off is Sunday!
Wake up, smile, the sun has risen a long time ago.
I'm already cheered up by exercise.
Cake, coffee ready, movie tickets,
Fun and laughter, that's all right.
Good Sunday morning,
Wake up, let it be in your soul
Warmth reigns!
Smile radiantly
May you be lucky today!
May your day be wonderful
Life will be filled with goodness
So that a cheerful, ringing song
Everything is filled up!
Happy Sunday Good morning,
Happy wonderful day to you -
Wake up, it's time to act!
Let the mood be lovely,
And success is better than yesterday!
Open your eyes quickly:
Shower, exercise, strong coffee...
Let the morning begin as if in a fairy tale,
And it will turn into a great day!
Sunday good morning
I want to wish you soon,
May you have a hundred questions
Today it will be up to the task.
May mistakes be forgiven
Don't be shy in front of them,
Give your smile
And step forward boldly.
All problems will be resolved,
People will become a little kinder
Expectations will come true
The day will fly by more fun!
Good morning! Let the sunshine
Sends airy greetings to the windows!
Let him be interesting, happy, lucky,
A joyful day is sure to await!
All the birds woke up with the dawn,
Sunday morning is knocking on the window!
What do you see, what do you dream?
It's high time to get up.
Good Sunday Morning Wishes
Good Sunday morning has arrived!
Night has fallen to the edge of the earth.
Congratulations on the clear sky!
Congratulations on the red sun!
This morning is just a fairy tale!
Does not spare bright paint.
Away with sadness and away with bad weather.
Good morning, my happiness!
The sun is knocking on the window,
It's morning on earth.
The sun plays with rays,
IN window glass and the river.
We are waiting to meet you again,
It's time to get up now
And after the darkness of the night
We will be together, believe me!
Good Sunday morning, I’ll say as always,
So that your day is easy in the morning,
So that the nightingales sing in the soul,
So that your thoughts are good,
May you be lucky today
So that nothing interferes with business,
To make it joyful, bright,
May everything end successfully.
How wonderful everything is
Get up early in the morning.
Smile at people, the sun,
I wish everyone well in the morning.
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How nice it is after a tense, hard working week slowly wake up on Sunday morning, slowly stretch and smile! After all, you don’t need to run anywhere, combing your hair on the go and trying to have a snack in three minutes. You can look out the window for a long time, listen to your favorite music, slowly get up, make yourself some tea or coffee and say: “It’s Sunday!”
Remind a friend of you about yourself. Surely they are still basking in bed! What if we joke a little? And send a cool photo? They won’t get angry, that’s for sure – they’ll just have fun! Humor energizes you in the morning good mood all day. You'll see - they will definitely send you some cute and funny picture with a wish or the same funny joke.
It’s especially sad for those who are away from each other. After all, weekends should be spent together. But you can give love, attention and warmth from a distance. It is so sweet! Send your girlfriend a cute kitten or a red heart in the morning as a reminder of yourself. And write an SMS: “” She will be very pleased.
What if your man works on Sunday? Imagine, you are relaxing, enjoying the weekend, and he is working. Perhaps with joy, perhaps not. Don't let despondency and negativity ruin his working day, choose beautiful picture High Quality and send it to your loved one. He will definitely appreciate such attention. And in the evening a surprise may await you - a man will come with flowers or invite you to a cafe. Romantic evening you are definitely guaranteed.
You can wish your beloved mother a wonderful weekend. Such attention from children is very rare these days! Our free images are easy to download and share. Nothing complicated! Choose a cute bear with kind eyes for her, a photo with an original and unusual design and attach a message, in prose or verse. Give your mom some joy and she will smile and say, “What a good Sunday morning!”
What if your children are already grown up? Study or live in another city? Perhaps they are already a little ashamed of your guardianship and excessive attention? Do you really want to show your love, wish you health and goodness? Our creative postcards with inscriptions will also come to the rescue here. Moreover, you can download them for free.
And children will definitely feel the parental warmth hundreds of kilometers away. They will have a good time! And, perhaps, at breakfast one of them will not only remember you, but will also want to write in response: “I love you, mom! Have a great weekend too!”
The most beautiful Sunday is a festive one. No better than the day to celebrate a birthday! Of course, during the day guests will gather, bring gifts, and say a lot of congratulations. But you can bring joy to the birthday boy from the very morning. Wish him a happy weekend, with the hint that there will be many of you guests. Of course it's cool and funny! But he will not be offended - after all, you are kind to him. And for a woman to have a great morning (she should look her best!).
Whatever Sunday morning is - gloomy or rainy, frosty or snowy, sad or lonely - always remember: it will definitely be good if you look at the world with a positive attitude!
Mikhail Alekseev
Sunday morning
June 15, 1941. 5.50 am. Vyazma area. Board of the flagship PS - 84 Chief of the Main Directorate of the Red Army Air Force
Pavel Fedorovich Zhigarev had a dream from his distant childhood. As if he were again an ordinary boy from the poor village of Brikovo, Vesyegonsky district of the Tver region. The same barefoot boy, like his peers - friends from the poor lot. He and his comrades were sent to graze a small herd of the village community in the bush, on the banks of a small nameless river. More likely, even just a stream. There are a great many such streams in the forests of central Russia. The boys have a common task - not to let the cattle leave the agreed area rented from the local landowner and to prevent the lord's crops from being grazed. The villagers have nothing to pay for the grass, which means they will have to work off the debt. Well, parents will punish the boys with rods.
Pashka sees that the leader of the herd, Malasha’s neighbor’s goat, has taken advantage of the fact that the boys are distracted and is already going out to mow. He tries to run, but his legs won't obey. Instead of running, you can only move with difficulty and incredible effort the air, which has suddenly become dense and viscous. With horror he realizes that he does not have time to intercept the obstinate beast and becomes even more numb. And the boys shout to him: “Pavel Fedorovich! Pavel Fedorovich! And Pashka, surprised by the unusual treatment, emerges from the captivity of childhood fears with difficulty and relief.
Pavel Fedorovich Zhigarev, born in 1900, a former peasant son, and now, since April 1941, the Head of the Main Directorate of the Red Army Air Force, is coming to his senses. Less than two weeks ago he received the third star of a lieutenant general in the blue buttonholes of his uniform, and immediately there was not enough time to sleep.
There was a smell of thunder in the air. Almost every day, reports came from the Western Special Districts about overflights of German aircraft, successful and unsuccessful interceptions by our fighters. Headache from both was approximately the same. Given the directives of the General Staff and the country's leadership not to provoke the Germans, a “successful interception” could lead to a note from the German government and punishment of the pilot and his commanders. Unsuccessful - it showed a hole in our air defense system, allowing the Germans to calmly carry out their task. Only the notorious hero of the Russians had no idea about the purpose of these flights folk tales- Ivan the Fool.
Zhigarev worked without days off, lunch breaks and, practically, sleep. Today was Sunday and he was flying to Minsk, to the headquarters of the head of the Air Force of the Belarusian Special Military District, Major General I.I. Koptsa. Taking advantage of this, during the flight I tried to at least partially compensate for the lack of sleep.
“Pavel Fedorovich!” - the second pilot of the flagship PS -84 of the Air Force Headquarters shook him lightly by the shoulder. Zhigarev looked at him questioningly, while simultaneously trying to straighten his stiff arms and legs.
“Pavel Fedorovich, go into the cabin, you need to see this!” - said the pilot, seeing that the chief had woken up. Having risen, Zhigarev walked into the cabin. During these less than two months, the crew had already flown the Moscow-Minsk route more than once, and he could not understand what alarmed the ship’s commander so much.
"Where are we?" - asked Pavel Fedorovich, entering the cabin.
"Vyazma region. Look, comrade lieutenant general,” answered the pilot and tilted the plane to the left so that it would be more convenient for him to look over his head.
Zhigarev looked to the left along the course. I tried to blink my eyes. But what I saw did not disappear. Below, to the left on the heading, from a height of one and a half thousand meters in million-per-million visibility conditions, lay a large airfield. It may not be larger than the heavy bomber airfield at Monino, but quite comparable in size. AND CONCRETE! Pavel Fedorovich knew that it was here, since this spring, that the NKVD forces had been building a concrete runway for the future airfield. The completion date for the facility is autumn 1941. However, there we were talking about several hundred meters of narrow concrete. When he flew for two weeks along the same route, he clearly saw that work was underway, but the builders were unlikely to complete it ahead of schedule.
Now, quite clearly, he saw in front of him a wide and long, approximately two-kilometer runway, oriented, as planned, in the South-North direction, with a developed taxiway system and a huge parking lot.
The parking lot was the second thing that struck Stalin's Falcon. In the parking lot, there were three long rows of strange silver airplanes. Offhand - more than a hundred. Zhigarev saw even stranger silhouettes on the taxiway running along the runway and in the squares of greenery between them.
On the taxiway stood twelve devices resembling gray-blue arrowheads. But on the green squares... there were two MONSTERS. One - four-engine, with a normal, straight wing arrangement - was still comparable to the TB-3, although it had completely different proportions. But the other one, in Pavel Fedorovich’s opinion, was at least twice the size of TB-3. Also four-engine, but two-keel. He also saw some other devices, with very short, stump-like wings, or without them. Of everything that his eyes saw and his brain tried to comprehend, he identified only three silhouettes that were at least similar to what he could call an airplane. The silence in the cabin dragged on. The ship's commander continued to make a shallow left turn, keeping the view of the airfield to the left.
"Let's sit down!" - Zhigarev’s order broke the silence.
Naturally, there was no connection with the airfield, so the ship’s commander decided to land from the north. There was a large forest area to the south, so it was easier to land on an unfamiliar airfield from the north, leaving Vyazma on the right as a landmark, and also observing the railway perpendicular to the glide path. The direction of the wind was unknown, but the length of the strip made it possible to ignore it. On the landing course, Zhigarev saw a railway station on the right, filled with trains with loaded military equipment. There was no time to look, but he again noted that there was nothing similar to what he had seen in the Red Army.
Even closer to the airfield, also on the right, there was a large fuel and lubricants warehouse. Zhigarev understood this from the shiny huge tanks.
The crew pulled the start of the runway a little and the plane rolled down the concrete. Now it could be said that the width of the strip was almost twice as wide as the wingspan of PS -84, that is, approximately fifty meters. The strip itself had two “humps” at the beginning on each side and, as it were, a lowland between them. The runway was well-groomed and, most interestingly, judging by the traces of wheel braking at the moment of contact, it was intensively used.
Alekseev Mikhail
Sunday morning
Abstract: This is the work of my friend, who has been helping with writing books for a long time, giving advice, and where necessary he kicks and makes you look at the problem from a new perspective. I ask you to treat this work as more than science fiction, since it was written by a person who takes history very seriously, especially little things that, upon more serious consideration, significantly change the whole picture.
Mikhail Alekseev.
5.50 am. Vyazma area. Board of the flagship
PS - 84
Head of the Main Directorate
Red Army Air Force.
Pavel Fedorovich Zhigarev had a dream from his distant childhood. As if he were again an ordinary boy from the poor village of Brikovo, Vesyegonsky district of the Tver region. The same barefoot boy, like his peers - friends from the poor lot. He and his comrades were sent to graze a small herd of the village community in the bush, on the banks of a small nameless river. More likely, even just a stream. There are a great many such streams in the forests of central Russia. The boys have a common task - not to let the cattle leave the agreed area rented from the local landowner and to prevent the lord's crops from being grazed. The villagers have nothing to pay for the grass, which means they will have to work off the debt. Well, parents will punish the boys with rods.
Pashka sees that the leader of the herd, Malasha’s neighbor’s goat, has taken advantage of the fact that the boys are distracted and is already going out to mow. He tries to run, but his legs won't obey. Instead of running, you can only move with difficulty and incredible effort the air, which has suddenly become dense and viscous. With horror he realizes that he does not have time to intercept the obstinate beast and becomes even more numb. And the boys shout to him: “Pavel Fedorovich! Pavel Fedorovich!” And Pashka, surprised by the unusual treatment, emerges from the captivity of childhood fears with difficulty and relief.
Pavel Fedorovich Zhigarev, born in 1900, a former peasant son, and now, since April 1941, the Head of the Main Directorate of the Red Army Air Force, is coming to his senses. Less than two weeks ago he received the third star of a lieutenant general in the blue buttonholes of his uniform, and immediately there was not enough time to sleep.
There was a smell of thunder in the air. Almost every day, reports came from the Western Special Districts about overflights of German aircraft, successful and unsuccessful interceptions by our fighters. The headache from both was about the same. Given the directives of the General Staff and the country's leadership not to provoke the Germans, a “successful interception” could lead to a note from the German government and punishment of the pilot and his commanders. Unsuccessful - it showed a hole in our air defense system, allowing the Germans to calmly carry out their task. Only the notorious hero of Russian folk tales, Ivanushka the Fool, had no idea about the purpose of these flights.
Zhigarev worked without days off, lunch breaks and, practically, sleep. Today was Sunday and he was flying to Minsk, to the headquarters of the head of the Air Force of the Belarusian Special Military District, Major General I.I. Koptsa. Taking advantage of this, during the flight I tried to at least partially compensate for the lack of sleep.
"Pavel Fedorovich!" - the second pilot of the flagship PS -84 of the Air Force Headquarters shook him lightly by the shoulder. Zhigarev looked at him questioningly, while simultaneously trying to straighten his stiff arms and legs.
“Pavel Fedorovich, go into the cabin, you need to see this!” - said the pilot, seeing that the chief had woken up. Having risen, Zhigarev walked into the cabin. During these less than two months, the crew had already flown the Moscow-Minsk route more than once, and he could not understand what alarmed the ship’s commander so much.
"Where are we?" - asked Pavel Fedorovich, entering the cabin.
“Vyazma area. Look, comrade lieutenant general,” answered the pilot and tilted the plane to the left so that it would be more convenient for him to look over his head.
Zhigarev looked to the left along the course. I tried to blink my eyes. But what I saw did not disappear. Below, to the left on the heading, from a height of one and a half thousand meters in million-per-million visibility conditions, lay a large airfield. It may not be larger than the heavy bomber airfield at Monino, but quite comparable in size. AND CONCRETE! Pavel Fedorovich knew that it was here, since this spring, that the NKVD forces had been building a concrete runway for the future airfield. The completion date for the facility is autumn 1941. However, there we were talking about several hundred meters of narrow concrete. When he flew for two weeks along the same route, he clearly saw that work was underway, but the builders were unlikely to complete it ahead of schedule.
Now, quite clearly, he saw in front of him a wide and long, approximately two-kilometer runway, oriented, as planned, in the South-North direction, with a developed taxiway system and a huge parking lot.
PS -84- In accordance with the agreement with the Douglas company from 1936, the Americans transferred to Soviet specialists a package of documentation and a license for the production of the DC-3 multi-purpose aircraft. In accordance with Order N02 of January 10, 1937, this airliner began to be mass-produced under the designation PS-84.
The parking lot was the second thing that struck Stalin's Falcon. In the parking lot, there were three long rows of strange silver airplanes. Offhand - more than a hundred. Zhigarev saw even stranger silhouettes on the taxiway running along the runway and in the squares of greenery between them.
On the taxiway stood twelve devices resembling gray-blue arrowheads. But on the green squares... there were two MONSTERS. One - four-engine, with a normal, straight wing arrangement - was still comparable to the TB-3, although it had completely different proportions. But the other one, in Pavel Fedorovich’s opinion, was at least twice the size of TB-3. Also four-engine, but two-keel. He also saw some other devices, with very short, stump-like wings, or without them. Of everything that his eyes saw and his brain tried to comprehend, he identified only three silhouettes that were at least similar to what he could call an airplane. The silence in the cabin dragged on. The ship's commander continued to make a shallow left turn, keeping the view of the airfield to the left.
"Let's sit down!" - Zhigarev’s order broke the silence.
Naturally, there was no connection with the airfield, so the ship’s commander decided to land from the north. There was a large forest area to the south, so it was easier to land on an unfamiliar airfield from the north, leaving Vyazma on the right as a landmark, and also observing the railway perpendicular to the glide path. The direction of the wind was unknown, but the length of the strip made it possible to ignore it. On the landing course, Zhigarev saw a railway station on the right, filled with trains with loaded military equipment. There was no time to look, but he again noted that there was nothing similar to what he had seen in the Red Army.
Even closer to the airfield, also on the right, there was a large fuel and lubricants warehouse. Zhigarev understood this from the shiny huge tanks.
The crew pulled the start of the runway a little and the plane rolled down the concrete. Now it could be said that the width of the strip was almost twice as wide as the wingspan of PS -84, that is, approximately fifty meters. The strip itself had two “humps” at the beginning on each side and, as it were, a lowland between them. The runway was well-groomed and, most interestingly, judging by the traces of wheel braking at the moment of contact, it was intensively used.
Tupolev TB-3 (also known as ANT-6) is a Soviet heavy bomber that was in service with the USSR Air Force in the 1930s and during the Great Patriotic War
By whom? When? The number of questions was growing every minute, and not a single answer option had yet been viewed. The plane was rolling towards the southern end of the runway and everyone in the cockpit was constantly looking to the right, peering at what they were trying to see from a height of one and a half thousand meters. Of all that was seen, from about 100 meters away, only one thing was encouraging so far - there were red stars on the tail fins of the “monsters”. But where do these planes come from?
