Konstantin Georgiyevich Paustovsky. Golden rose (№ 254334)

Every minute, every casually thrown word or look, every deep or humorous Myl, every imperceptible movement of the human heart, as well as the flying fluff the poplars or the fire of the stars in the night a puddle, all is grains of gold dust. We, the writers derived them for decades, these millions of grains of sand collected unbeknownst to themselves, turn into alloy and then craftable of this alloy its "Golden rose" - a story, novel or poem. Golden rose Sameta! She kind of seems to me the prototype of our creative activities. Surprisingly, no one gave himself the trouble to trace how these precious specks born a live stream of literature. But, just as the Golden rose of the old scavenger was meant for happiness Susannah, and our work aims to ensure that the beauty of the earth, a call to fight for happiness, joy and freedom, the breadth of the human heart and the power of the mind prevailed over darkness and they sparkled like the midnight sun.