Chapter 26: Oriental tales 2
But in one country, an empire far to the east, I met amazing people ... They learned the laws of life and the nature of people, learned how the world works, understood what good and evil are, saw the essence and came to the only truth.
These are people walking along the path, and this path is the road of life, the path of the enlightenment of consciousness. Not everyone can achieve it. Sometimes even these best of those who live in their souls have breakdowns, emotions take up.
But people can be wrong, therefore they are people. Not everyone is strong, stumbled, back on the road. He who says he has reached the path has strayed from him. The one who says that he did not reach him approached him.
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Splyushka is a species of birds of the genus of owls
What do you think about this, Dara?
And I did not know that we, too, were led by monks, hermits and Taoists ?!
And why shouldn't they be found?
This is all a Silk Road region!
Hey, Arash, why are you depressed?
Aah ... you're so interesting in telling, but it seems to me that this is some kind of code language that only the initiates know.
Well, you're not far from the truth. I just, unlike you, Arash and Gifts, grew up after the Second World War, we had our own world. Aroud it was full of spies and scammers. The confrontation of the Western world and Eastern. Everyone looked at each other, not as friends, but through gun sights. Therefore, in these conditions, we are accustomed to talk between the lines, to speak with our codes. They could be understood, only those who knew our fiction, knew our visual images, our literary heroes and their quotes. When we spoke to them, then all "their" understood what was going on, and the spies did not understand!
Therefore, now you and Dara me do not understand you, although you are not spies, but you are not "yours," not from my time. You did not read the books of my time, so you do not understand anything!
But this is not bad, you have your own books ...
What do you say Dara?
And I will tell you what I recently saw while waiting for my friend:
The jet here is muddy runs in the aryk, to her
The trees bowed, before the deadline
Dropping leaves gold from the branches
That swim a little bit - under the water
Dive rushing out of sight, rather
Flowing muddy entranced whirlwinds
Amid the unsteady shadows going deep
And the shadow of the sun of those rays
Fry in which will blithely
Muddy waters illuminating the darkness
Scales sparkle in the light ...
Oh if it would go on like this forever!
Near the dam, muddy jet there
It murmurs where the waterfall is in silence ...
Look, flashed like silver
Splashing waves beautifully rowed like ran
Fish zhivshilas mosquito
The light of the sun on the waves of those trembled
In the muddy depths of her glimpse
I saw with curiosity
Among the lazily sinking foliage
The waters of the sun lit the depths.
But once - trembled on the water
Small ripples, and I hear a buzz
And what is this wonderful creation?
That bumblebee, he flew all in the bustle
Voditsy solar to drink
Dust wash your darlings ...
And the crowns are golden poplars
Twinkle like mysteriously nice
Caresses the wind so gentle foliage
Whispering to her something about his slurred
Among the interlacing of branches
Autumn gold of their land of yellow
And I'm glad here she is all and the bumblebee
Voditsa that ispiv took off in the hops
And I ... and haste to anything
Here at the aryk I go for a long time
Believe right how good is it
The mind brightens, clearly I judge
The world is so beautiful without bad people
And the hustle and bustle of empty evil ploys.
Spicy spirit of Ethiopian foothills
In every grain like oil
Bottled ... steaming coffee.
And you know, in it mint and pepper!
In the pepper the sun and the smells of India,
It is warm as a gift for the fall,
But a mint is fragrant, you see,
She just asks herself in her arms ...
This is mint from streams of sonorous mountain,
As for the flower of the sky
And holding the stones by the root,
I wanted to be like that too ...
Here's a little bit tart to the touch,
He connected in himself many facets ...
And autumn tastes shining again.
And you pour a cup too?
And a bit of ginger jam
Full of happiness ...
It is dissolved in the spirit of coffee
Fleeting these bad weather.
Aah ... well you can write! Arash was already tearful, and Baraz opened his mouth in surprise!
Yes, you students are good too! Not in vain gnawed granite imperial science!
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