Prose

My gurus

(Machine translation - Google)
In the Old City is a wonderful place. Along the tram line kilometer first two runs the cemetery, and then begins City park. I went down by as much as two stops before, because I love to explore new places to wander through the narrow streets, there are ice cream and whistle different motivchiki! The park surrounded by a high fence, you can enter through the huge iron gates, pozelenevshie of time and damp... But I have one such oddity. I love to enter the civilian non-traditional ways of the place, especially if it is possible to cut off the path! A tear in the fence - and, of course, such a chance, I could not miss!

What I saw on the other side, it was indeed worthy of admiration! Hedge, bloom pink flowers (may briar, can any kind of roses), and inside the small gate, or rather, even the doors.

I had prignutsya to penetrate inside. Accidentally, I stumbled and fell, but the grass was so thick and soft that it does not hurt. I thought for a moment that I found myself in another dimension: singing birds, beautiful butterflies flit everywhere tsveli rare beauty of the flowers, and above them whirl lonely but very happy bumblebee. Through the crown translucent sun. And then my attention attracted by something amazing - deep in the garden and witnessed gasli colored lights: yellow, green, red, blue, indigo and bright color of the white... With close examination lights have glass round stones vylozhennymi around flowerbeds with gladioluses.

Before the eyes of a beautiful view: something like a Japanese garden with dwarf trees, a miniature pond, which lapped the golden fish, and almost toy house with red roof, decorated with green dragons. Strangely enough, the house was so small that it could enter only join in the squat. Who could live there! Or is it a decorative band, belonging to distant parts of the City Park?

I was curious, and I immediately decided to find out where the sandy path. After wandering for a Japanese garden and surveying all the thicket, I even stumbled upon the small ogorodik on which grow carrots, potatoes, turnip greens and all kinds, from dill and tarhunom finishing. Here, clearly someone had lived ... Most strange was the fact that the garden had nothing to do with parks and ended blind wall, along which the nettles grew.

Thus, the only entrance into this lost world to serve tear in the wall from the street and a little secret gate, which led me to my intuition, or, perhaps, the passion for adventure.

I am still a little jumped along the wall, in a vain attempt to see it anything other than trees, and has already met to go back, when suddenly poslyshalsya distant creak of the old, high linden.

There, in a small meadow, sunny, in the rocking chair sitting... smiling dwarf. I pyalilas to him in all his eyes and could not utter a single word from the shock. He started the conversation:

"As for you, my Japanese garden? I already am about watching for you, and you are probably the first man over the past 10 years, I found a cozy corner."

"I e-e, sorry ...", - I muttered, stammer.

"It's nothing, I am happy, even the company! So sometimes want to talk to someone about the weather, the latest news!

Dwarf seemed very friendly and even invited me to go into the house, however refused to name his name, citing the secrecy of their situation.

The house has almost no furniture, only a small round of sky-colored sofa and shelves with books by the window - a telescope. On the floor - a lot of colorful silk pillows, a portable table for the tea ceremony, a rug with a map of the sky and the sheep's clothing.

And then we drank green jasmine tea to all rules of the tea ceremony and discuss the books of Osho, Castaneda, Kant and many others. etc. He told me about the different seeds, about the rules of growing roses and other flowers, revealed the secrets of creating a Japanese garden. I just listened and tried to remember all the details, absorbing like a sponge, each of his word.

I pleasantry called him "my guru," and he No offense.

Even if you asked me whether the truth or the story is pure fiction, I could not answer you. My guru asked me not to tell anyone about this place, so the name of the city, I will not mention...

After all, simple human word for something, then yes!