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Wow! Where does the forest come from? Wow, inadvertently get lost and gone. No staff, no friends, only stumps and driftwood, as in the Kikimor swamp, where they once wandered with Kuzya. But looking more closely, he realized that this is not a real forest - all the trees here grew from tubs, and the water beat up from an iron tube disguised in a large but inanimate frog. Well, adults, it turns out, also like to play with some stupid toys. They walk on smooth tiles and imagine that they are in a real forest.

Under the burden of days, under the snow and rain.

Bamboo trees break under a strong storm, but the grass always rises no matter how hard the wind blows. You can behave like a bamboo tree, but your heart should be like grass rising again and again.

Now he had complete control of his feelings. They were even unusually acute and susceptible. The terrible shock suffered by his body so intensified and refined them that they noted what had previously been inaccessible to them. He could feel the ripples in his face and take turns discerning the sound of each push of water. He looked at the wooded shore, saw separately every tree, every leaf and veins on it, all down to the insects in the foliage - cicadas, flies with shiny backs, gray spiders stretching their web from branch to branch. He saw all the colors of the rainbow in the dew droplets on millions of blades of grass. The buzzing of a midge dancing over the whirlpools, the fluttering of dragonflies' wings, the blows of the paws of a floating beetle that looked like a boat raised by oars - all this was intelligible music. The fish slid at his very eyes, and he heard the sound of water dissected by it.

But he also froze, subdued.

These joyful days,
drunk with intoxicating aroma,
I waited - and here we are
again admire the autumn glow
in the crowns of evergreen trees...

Poudrer à frimas l'amandier.

Sakura mountain.

- This is the sky, this is the sun, this is a breath of wind, trees, mountains. But still ... I can't believe it. Although this world. The creation of the Lord is so beautiful. But why then is there no love in the hearts of people?

Oh, it was spring that shuddered!

He said "chestnut" and waited. But nothing happened. <... > "Chestnut!" It was amazing: when Lucien told his mother: "My beautiful mother", she smiled when he called Germain "gun", she cried and went to complain to her mother. But when he said the word "chestnut," nothing happened. He strained through his teeth, "Nasty tree, nasty chestnut! I'll show you, wait!" and kicked him. But the tree stood calmly and calmly, as if it were wooden.

But adults - ordinary adults, and not like Kira Sergeevna - for some reason think that a person needs to be taught a lot besides joy. And they teach. And then the brains become not village wells, but tap water. And you no longer understand the bird's language. And the tree for you is just a trunk with branches, and not an old grumpy old woman Gertrude growing in our yard.

Tall pine trees are broken,
On the sand lie like straws,
Happy ones gave them visible,
They didn't bow their backs in front of the wind.

She could never understand why roots are valued so much higher than branches and leaves. Trees are known to launch new shoots in an attempt to capture new spaces. If even trees refuse to be immobile, why demand this from people?