Author of quotes: Nikolai Sladkov

Birds are clever, cautious, cunning. Person they know and know when to be afraid. Most of all they love those who don't pay attention to them. But attention to them is hard to draw.

The good timber that he no walk, no matter how look and not listen, and all will see the unseen and hear the unheard. And see and hear - and go again.

No, forest for man is not only the wood, meadows not only hay, and the living entities - not only down the pen.
In addition to feather and fluff, they have a life full of amazing secrets...
Hunting for these mysteries - joyful hunting.
This is happy hunting.
Happy hunting in native forests.

Early spring, night, dark forest, the swamp. In light cheese pine forest, the snow still in some places, and in the warm forests of fir trees on the hill are already dry. I walk in the dense spruce forest, in the dark barn. I stand silent, listening.
Around the black trunks of fir trees, followed the cold yellow sunset. And amazing silence, when you hear the heartbeats and their own breathing. Thrush on a spruce top visittibet lazily and loudly. Whistle, listen, and in response to his silence...

Days like stairs. You pass through, it is important that every day to climb a new step, not standing still, or worse, go down.