Today all the day behind a window the rain cried. The spring in any way will not present heat. But after long day of cares, alarms and vanities cool and damp evening air instantly washes you from a head up to legs, clears your soul. And eyes tired of a computer find, at last, rest and calm, immersing a look in damp greens around.In park the silence and calmness of trees start to fill at once soul with immense calmness and rest, giving vent to balm of silence on disturbing ideas and restless heart. Only incomparability of huge silence of a wood, calmness of the river, and rapidity of alarms and griefs brings the world to soul.
I long looked at a huge gold cloud luminous from within, on its dim reflection in lake, as if trying to incorporate all riches of its paints.
Listening to nightingales, I had a rest soul. Wet after a rain of a branch of a bird cherry waved to me following, and aroma the impregnated moisture of the ground gave to evening air sensation of freshness.The sound of a catamaran has woken memoirs. I have recollected, how we went for a drive on lake once, in the same warm May evening, swam away on island as have not turned over nearly in water because I by all means would like to get far yellow кувшинку. " Well here, up to the most beautiful to not reach in any way! ", - in it almost a symbol of all my character staying eternally in a pursuit of escaping and beautiful dream.
Here, in boundless light birchwoods I start to feel and perceive beauty of the nature of Russia in a new fashion. It seems, that from these birch woods, allowing to see blue open space of the sky, light proceeds. Light which in the freakish image refracts in damp air, is reflected from blueness of the rivers and given vent in white looses of a bird cherry, filling you by pacifying, absolute calmness. In the strange image this world in soul gives sensation of that to you the secret of meaning of the life, at last, is slightly opened, there is subject a sense and value of all values as though for an instant to you true value of all and essence of the beauty flowing from heavens and finding an embodiment on the ground is slightly opened.
In these days off, owing to surprising accident, I have got on festival of jazz music in Arkhangelsk which and referred to " Two days of a magnificent jazz in Arkhangelsk ". The calmness of warm May evening among ancient sculptures and palace parks was filled with easy music of a jazz. Grace of music wonderfully it was combined with a transparent evening cool. It seemed, air shivers and is spilled by a ring of easy pleasure of a jazz.
It is Spring easy dancing step неспеша comes nearer to Moscow.
Still day-other, also have suddenly become torn white and pink bouquets of an apple-tree, filling air sweet aroma of spring. In the center, on a background of eternal towers of the Kremlin, олицетворении histories and antiquities, this luxury of the refined white blossoming apple-trees seems especially young and touchingly short-lived.
As always in May in Aleksandrovsk to a garden tulips were dismissed. But this year one grade of tulips has shaken all. Double gentle-pink flowers were more likely similar to roses, and from afar were looked as a glade from the roses, thrown to подножью brick walls and towers of the Kremlin.
On the same Sunday in the Kremlin the concert of dancing ensemble from Turkey " Fire of Antalia " was. Ardent dances, violence of drums and a precise, prompt rhythm in completely distinct image transferred gallop on horses in steppe. In this music, burning-fiery languid, the luxury of the East force and unrestrainedness of a rhythm as at racers running in steppe was alternately heard that.
After a concert I have stepped in cool and damp from a rain spring air. In ears violent turkish music with fight of drums and fiery dances of girls in scarlet orders still sounded. Contrast of the turkish summer embodied in music and cool Moscow spring has struck me with the evidence.
But suddenly I have seen a bush of a lilac dismissed almost on eyes. Large damp гроздья bright lilac color on a background of fountains woken up, at last, after long hibernation has seemed continuation of this rough, violent music. Олицетворением prompt approach of spring, inevitability of its rough triumph.
And even without the sun, in a cool of an evening rain, this lilac bush full of colors on a background устремленных up beating fountains was олицетворением violences of Spring.
Forces of its future pleasure.Violence of spring
