Konstantin Dmitrievich Balmont. Where is my home? (№ 373409)

Property magic is to turn grey the things of the world in gold, in silver, maybe bronze, maybe copper, but certainly with a glare that says the soul and points to the inner wealth that gaze unseeing appear to be casual and nothing telling. Moonbeam will go down in night room and white curtain on the window becomes similar to a easy outfit of a young witch who now will go on a dewy meadow and will collect for tinogasta night herbs. Spring breeze will lift a branch, and swing her, approaching and distancing, you'll Wake up in the shower singing lullabies gazing dream. The distant glow of the dawn, still not came to our world, will slip a little bit on the top leaves of the tallest tree in the forest, and the bird sleeping on a tree branch, perhaps, the very bottom, Wake up and ring a crystal bell. It's all magic. Also magic and the artist concerning his word simple phenomena and forcing him to tell an unusual and inspired.