Prose

Mistress of clouds

(Machine translation - Google)
You will often lift their eyes up and look at the sky? I love to observe people and come to the conclusion that most of them go scuttle, utknuvshis nose in the floor or ground, or looking straight ahead, to punch their way into the crowd, aiming at the intended target. And all this happens in such incomprehensible pace that time is left almost everything else... What really is heaven! The man who measured breduschy one of the central streets of the capital, looking up and watching the flight of birds, moving clouds and the moon, can cause at least surprising. Some will say: "Yes he is just crazy and blatantly alienate him aside to avoid confusion underfoot.

But few of these ever hurrying the citizens aware of what it means romance roofs! There, the top is a totally different world - a smooth and quiet, majestic and beautiful. On the roof of a multi-high-people seem to be little ants, and the lights and billboards - festive garlands, flashing colored lights. At the top of the only ruler - the wind. He can learn the ease and freedom, desire to further wanderings...

Perhaps it is not very convenient - cycling, Zadran head up. Spit! The city smells of spring. Only that the rain has passed and the sun is reflected in the puddles and windows of houses. It is necessary to me an endless line stretching wire, flash lights and flags! Today the city is decorated with flags in honor of the May holidays, and so the mood of the beautiful people, as if everyone expects a miracle.

I like a state of flight! It seems that my old bike like a winged horse, playfully faced buck. Back in the trunk of fun pozvyakivaet, podprygivaya on the hassock, a bottle of mineral water. Intersections of roads, green boulevards, public gardens, where small asphalt razrisovan, hair flying in the wind... Passed by the school and hear the unique tone of children's voices, merry laughter, the call for a lesson...

The city is like a spider's web, a vast network of roads, pamphlets, lanes and alleys. In older neighborhoods closer to the center - a unique spirit of the times. Every house is its own story. And even if long-lined balconies and dilapidated, and in the dusty windows are eternal geraniums, from the olden веет special harmony, mystery. In the neglected yard rarely gets bystanders. Sometimes on the bench prisyadut two grandmothers from seeds or zheschina with a sidecar. And even despite the triviality of the Katrina, I am heartened that there is in our world of such constant fussy thing!

Sun raztsvechivaet all the new colors spring afternoon, schebechut sparrows, silver poplar and dance in the wind, almost zadevaya roof with rickety antennas...
I first saw her at one of the roofs in the old courtyard. She was standing at full height, in a bright red cloak, similar to the mantle. According to her shoulders fell long black as pitch, hair, her face was pale evil, focused look at the lips froze poluulybka. The girl waving his hands, while some strange movements. It feels that it is in the air lepila some intricate shapes invisible... One of the antennas was a bundle tied with colorful balloons, which are unknown, from time to time to release one by one into the sky, caught a regular flow of air, and saw a look of their flight.

Hardly wake of the surprise, I went a few steps back to get to see why the girl performed a complex and seemingly devoid of meaning of ritual. And then I opened up something amazing! Twenty meters, just above the roof, a harmonious procession sailed fancy clouds, reminiscent in shape of various animals and objects. This is a cloud-light, color, creamy strawberry ice cream, but the blue-dove lion! Next to the golden lion guitar and a bit aloof reddish Machaon! Such grandeur I have not seen! Perhaps since the time of early childhood, when we stayed at the sister's grandmother in the village and saw a cloud for hours, swim over to our haymow River.

Clouds were low on form, they run in one direction on a horizontal line going up strongly, and quite a long time kept the color and shape. After a while they gradually disappeared from view for neighboring homes, sprawl, and slightly faded, but nevertheless, the lion, and the guitar, and everything else is easy to guess at their flat shape. Do not leave the slightest doubt that the girl in a red cloak with his hands to create these masterpieces of heavenly bodies, like a talented sculptor, considering every line, every curve, and love to release their creations in the world for the pleasure of the court or other people.

My first and really a rhetorical question was "How?" And the second, "Why?" And if at first your question, I have to obtain a half-hearted reply, referring to the esoteric, the book by Richard Bach, or another spiritual practice model Qi-Gong, could create such a miracle, the second - on prezhdnemu was hanging in the air unanswered, because the "production cloud "seemed complete nonsense and madness.

Having a bit of shock tested (not every time have to see this on the street), I noticed that the girl dropped his hands and stared at me. In some fraction of a second our views met, and if my eyes froze in astonishment, as itself, I turned into a dumb question mark, the whole of its kind expressed horror offender who was caught in the act at the most inopportune moment. Stupor passed, and her red cloak like lightning threw to the other side of the roof. I am fueled by their own curiosity, and armed a pair of fast bicycle wheels went over her. "Well! Race is too great!" I was struck by the speed with which she overcame the distance. Roofs were fairly close, but even the most courageous daredevil venture would not jump to the cornice at the eaves with a rough haste and such amazing ease. It seems that this is not a man, a giant red cat spring on four paws! Soon I come to a dead end and lost her sight. On my way up ordinary deaf fence some garages there, and the mystery of dissolved air in the spring as suddenly as it came!

I can not say that this case is very quickly forgotten, but my memory is a property of the pale of time, and the logic - find a rational explanation for everything. Now I am ashamed, but then I decided that "the mistress of clouds" just crazy, ran away from psihushki, epatiruyuschaya audience, as figures of clouds - the fruit of my imagination and played a strange phenomenon of nature.

Some weeks later I was riding in an open car of my friend and admire the sunset years. It seems this time the capital was preparing to celebrate the June 12 or something like that (to say the truth, I do not remember dates and names of all of these holidays), and pieces of clouds appeared again. Difficult to imagine that there are similar coincidence! I clearly saw as due to the regular old roof vyplyvali clouds, dragons, clouds, frogs, Petushki, dogs, fish... Never mind any! I even uschipnula themselves, while prebolno to verify that you are not sleeping. My friend also noticed this beautiful phenomenon, and passing admired the sunset, watching the edge of the eye and the arrow traffic light cherry nine, trying to get to our car. Maybe it seemed to me, but I remember the twinkle red cloak, the mantle at the edge of a roof, my sudden impulse to jump out of the car and rushed to find a "mistress of clouds ... And shame for his boyishness and talk about anything to the music of "Our Radio", and some schemyaschee feeling in the chest!

Then I gave myself up the floor to the roof of an old, ramshackle houses and try to understand something of the story, ask the wind, finally, in birds, there is meaning in all this!

In a quiet July night, I fulfilled this promise to yourself! At the top blow fresh warm breeze, the air was cleaner and more transparent, colors brighter. I enjoyed the beautiful view, watching children playing at the bottom, changing shape of light and shade, an empty space, and parched fountain, ruby sun, transmission through the thick foliage of trees, door bakery, flapping every five minutes... Then, purely intuitively, at a height of nine stories emerged in my mind the word "purpose." What is the meaning of life for each of the little man, snuyuschego there at the bottom, the meaning of my own life, finally!
How crazy would not appear from our path, no matter how illogical our behavior may seem... It makes sense, and he - in harmony with each other, so that you do in life and what you live!

It may be fanciful cloud vyleplennoe with love and faith in a better means much more than all the works, taken together, are written for money and fame! A simple human joy, surprise, admiration, wonder, suddenly discovered the child inside of us, meaning a thousand times greater than all these beautiful words about love, faith, hope, as we read in books, but not seen in the life... So it's easy - to act in accordance with the wishes of its internal "I", despite the condemnation of the crowd, prohibitions, taboos! And so difficult to accept and believe that for every action is a great meaning.
I would very much like that next time before a holiday or a simple weekday you often raised his head and looked at the sky!

And if suddenly you lucky enough to see the fantastic cloud-figures of different colors - note that they are all made especially for you with love and tenderness! Joy sbyvshegosya miracle - because this is such a wonderful gift, right?