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in the temple the bell beats loudly ...
What should I tell him? After all, nothing is new in the world ...
Do you know these time-lapse landscape videos that you shoot on a tripod? I am so anxious to look at them. The sun sets in seconds, the stars move, and the clouds quickly float across the sky. They make us accept that time flies, even if we don't want to.
Migratory geese scream.
The eagle, on the other hand, will cheerfully take off under the clouds.
Our childhood is always where we are and where the clouds are!
We ourselves brought the seeds of insane discord ?!
ETERNAL QUESTIONS
Where do all the streams and rivers on the planet originate?
And why the plasma temperature of the solar corona
So high? How do typhoons and cyclones originate?
Persecuted by the wind, clouds from where and where they float?..
Building the Building of Creation is such a grandiose work
Who made, in their orbits to rush stars, electrons
To make me... erected Wisdom support columns
And filled her vessel with moisture to the top?!
WHERE DOES GOD LIVE?
Not in a lush temple, not in brocade, and not in mummed rites,
Not somewhere in their own paradise among the sky-high heights,
Not between the crippled and the wretched only, whether the unfortunate orphans,
And not in the halls of white marble and bronze fences... -
Invisible, God dwells in countless myriads
Living beings. - And He will save those of us from perdition,
Who, having no fear, carries His Truth in himself,
Who believes in life and in its storms does not waver in views.
Where do all the streams and rivers on the planet originate?
And why the plasma temperature of the solar corona
So high? How do typhoons and cyclones originate?
Persecuted by the wind, clouds from where and where they float?..
Building the Building of Creation is such a grandiose work
Who made, in their orbits to rush stars, electrons
To make me... erected Wisdom support columns
And filled her vessel with moisture to the top?!
WHERE DOES GOD LIVE?
Not in a lush temple, not in brocade, and not in mummed rites,
Not somewhere in their own paradise among the sky-high heights,
Not between the crippled and the wretched only, whether the unfortunate orphans,
And not in the halls of white marble and bronze fences... -
Invisible, God dwells in countless myriads
Living beings. - And He will save those of us from perdition,
Who, having no fear, carries His Truth in himself,
Who believes in life and in its storms does not waver in views.
Pads in snow-white pillowcases are spread across the sky. Some fluff spilled out.
CLOSE CONNECTION
To see if everything in the world is in close connection,
Like gears in a clockwork movement:
Potholes on the road are smoothed under the wheel,
In the darkness there are diamonds sparkling in the light,
From the bowels of the hot keys beat and gases come out,
From heaven to earth drops of steam fall by rain,
Plant dust kamenets, becoming coal,
And lotus, all snow-white, flowers grow out of mud...
NEAR AND FAR
Before the immense sky, the Earth is only a small grain of sand,
And, like fluff, clouds float over it;
With the moment of eternity, countless centuries sweep by,
The very thread of our life is like a thin web!
From the mountain, a wide and low-lying path - that narrow path,
And the meadow is blooming - that is no more than a copper piglet ...
And at the hour of the night again from the distant in the sky far away
The star is huge affably sparkling like a dewdew!
To see if everything in the world is in close connection,
Like gears in a clockwork movement:
Potholes on the road are smoothed under the wheel,
In the darkness there are diamonds sparkling in the light,
From the bowels of the hot keys beat and gases come out,
From heaven to earth drops of steam fall by rain,
Plant dust kamenets, becoming coal,
And lotus, all snow-white, flowers grow out of mud...
NEAR AND FAR
Before the immense sky, the Earth is only a small grain of sand,
And, like fluff, clouds float over it;
With the moment of eternity, countless centuries sweep by,
The very thread of our life is like a thin web!
From the mountain, a wide and low-lying path - that narrow path,
And the meadow is blooming - that is no more than a copper piglet ...
And at the hour of the night again from the distant in the sky far away
The star is huge affably sparkling like a dewdew!
You can't stop the clouds by building a ship.
As if from nowhere and again to nowhere ...
Every day, a drop of dew on the grass, in which sun glare plays, a cup of fragrant coffee, the joyful chirping of birds in the early morning of the coming spring, white-voiced clouds of bizarre shapes, melodies,
making the soul tremble, warm hugs of parents, children's cheerful
laughter, love of loved ones and good wishes of people - what could be more beautiful in this world.
Often we perceive this as a matter of course, and these are the miracles that life gives us, filling it with meaning and joy of being.
Let every new day give you miracles!
making the soul tremble, warm hugs of parents, children's cheerful
laughter, love of loved ones and good wishes of people - what could be more beautiful in this world.
Often we perceive this as a matter of course, and these are the miracles that life gives us, filling it with meaning and joy of being.
Let every new day give you miracles!
WITHOUT A TRACE
Overhead, it happens, the sky sometimes
As if he is furrowing angrily, and then menacingly lead:
Somewhere a solid veil, there the edge lightens,
Clouds pile up there like big blocks of ice,
That dissolve soon without a trace, -
So from dawn to dawn, until it gets dark everywhere...
And the night is voiceless and clear, the blizzard does not wind,
And not a single star in the sky fluctuates!
Overhead, it happens, the sky sometimes
As if he is furrowing angrily, and then menacingly lead:
Somewhere a solid veil, there the edge lightens,
Clouds pile up there like big blocks of ice,
That dissolve soon without a trace, -
So from dawn to dawn, until it gets dark everywhere...
And the night is voiceless and clear, the blizzard does not wind,
And not a single star in the sky fluctuates!
Our life is not easy, but happy. There is a gloomy time in the fate of everyone. The clouds dissipate, but time flies on. Clear weather doesn't last forever, but snow comes to an end. Alas, happiness that crumbles to dust always smells of blood.
