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MY FAVORITE PLACE ON THE EARTH
My favorite place on the Earth My word of honor, it is very difficult for me to answer this question. I really could tell a lot. But, nevertheless, what's the place is it? Whether it is the place, where it is or it's been good to you, or these are places, where you have learnt something important? I do not know, I do not know? Who can tell? Probably, it is the house of my grandfather in the very distant in many senses town of Kokand in Uzbekistan, where I've seen the light for the first time in my life? However, it's me who thinks so, that he has seen the light for the first time just there - simply I do not remember any of my previous lives to state something. Yes, undoubtedly, it was the best time of my early childhood, when I lived in that well-built brick house. There was a huge garden there - at least, I, being a child, figured, that it is huge. First, there were a lot of flowers there: roses, favorite flowers of my grannies, filled the garden by its divine, an adult-exciting the blood even for a child, flavor, sages, shooting with its small scarlet flame, phloxes, strewed paths with their fast flying away blossoms, aters, nasturtiums, lilies, carnations, violets - I can't recollect all of them. And, secondly, what the trees were there cherries, apples, pears, grapes and peaches! I loved to play in this garden with my friends - this was my jungle! All books I'd read charged them with adventures, which had only been waiting me to come there. I imagined myself to be one of heroes of these books, forced my way through in search for miracles and treasures. I still remember this sensation of an enigma hiding behind a huge rose-bush. I still remember this rough, painted with slaked-lime from below, trunk of a thick old pear, which grew just opposite to the window of my room, "pink room", as they called it, because of walls painted with pink paint. The pear did not give fetuses already for a long time, but I cried for some reason, when they had sawed it Silly little boy, why? She was not so necessary But, you see, that old tree had learned me to admire with secrets of the life. When I was older, I lived already in Turkmenia. Those times my father had served there, the officer of the Soviet Army. It also was the best place on the Earth, though those times I'd for certain say, that the best places are coral islands of Jack London. But the best is checked by time, it's not a momentary concept. Now I recollect the sun-sire above the desert, where my father had taken me once on hunting, despite of protests mum. The father did not insist, but I myself wanted to go there very much. It was very beautiful the sun-rise above golden sand barkhans and, despite of a morning cold - in desert during nights the ground got very cold the first sin beam momentary hint of day-fever, which waits for each here just in a couple of hours. Probably, it was the first shock in my life - to hear, how chirps a wounded hare. A little bit later I have read from the known Russian writer-hunter Aksakov, that a wounded hare "cries as a child ". I remember, how I, twelve years child, shouted: "Shoot him down! Deal the final blow, please! " The friend of my father, major uncle Yury had told: " Yes, just", and pulled of the knife, but my daddy had said: " Wait, Yury" and shot. I had become terribly angry at the first moment with my father, but late in the evening on our way home in a shaking militarian jeep I had understood everything and had forgiven my Dad. I still recall this raising dust in the desert jeep, dull bulb inside it and bodies of hares at the back board. Never in life after that I haven't walked hunting, though, despite of protests my wife, I keep fire-arms at the house. That desert place on the Earth has learnt me not to shoot in defenceless, but, you know, in principle I shoot very good to be defended and to defend someone, who can't make it - please! I could tell something more about places, which have learned me to look at the world in the way I look at it now. I hope, that is not the worst view for things. But it's already a question of a volume not of a small note, and at least of a story. Would you like to hear? Well, so what is it the best place on the Earth? Beyond any reasonable doubt, it will be something very special for every human being. And for me, these are those places, where I have learned and felt and understood something new for me. That has made me such as I am. Probably, it is the planet of Earth itself. You see, it's only She that we have for us, and only She and the life on her, teaches us something. If all people have thought so, and if all have been studied BORIS DOLINGO, 2000, August, 2 |
