Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition 25 Oriental Tales 2

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 rus.h.i.+ng 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

Splas.h.i.+ng waves beautifully rowed like ran

Fish zhivs.h.i.+las 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 b.u.mblebee, he flew all in the bustle

Voditsy solar to drink
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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 b.u.mblebee

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 s.h.i.+ning 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!