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Предисловие автора.
Я ежеминутно ощущаю присутствие Разгадки. Она словно волк ходит
вокруг меня, скаля зубы и готовясь вцепиться мне в горло. Я где-то
читал, что, если заскулить и показать собаке незащищенную шею, человек
может признать себя a priori побежденным и, тем самым, избежать
нападения. Выходит, что я инстинктивно пытаюсь предотвратить
столкновение с разгадкой, которое неминуемо меня погубит. В этой
схватке мне не победить. Не в этом ли механизме заключена природа моих
откровений?
"Старик, которым я не стану".
Дед Семен очень любил осень. Не было ничего красивее алых закатов,
расцвеченных феерией желто-красной листвы, словно отразившейся в
багряном ковре кленовых листьев, устлавших землю, сколько хватало глаз.
Детские голоса, переплетаясь с птичьими, вносили свою лепту в
полифонический гимн мирозданию.
Дед Семен очень любил мироздание. Гармонию сфер, логику жизни.
Каждая травинка, каждый жучок были на месте и при деле. Одни рождаются,
другие умирают. Одни едят, другие умирают. Один любит, второй умирает.
Такова жизнь, в которой нет места смерти.
The author foreword.
Every minute I feel presence of the Solution. It roams around me as a wolf, grinning and going to seize my throat. I read in some book, that if to begin whimpering and show a dog unprotected neck, the person can recognize himself defeated a priori and, thus, avoid an attack. So it comes out, that I instinctively try to prevent collision with a solution which will inevitably ruin me. I will not win in this fight. Is the nature of my revelations enclosed in this mechanism?
The old man I will never be
Old Simeon loved autumn very much. There was nothing more beautiful than scarlet sunsets, adorned by enchanting spectacle of yellow and red foliage, as if reflected in a crimson carpet of maple leaves covering the ground everywhere. Children's voices, being bound with birds singing, brought the mite in a polyphonic hymn to a universe.
Old Simeon loved universe very much. Harmony of spheres, logic of life. Each blade, every beetle were in its place keeping itself busy. Ones are born, others die. Ones eat, others die. One loves, another dies. This is life in which there is no place for death.
Old Simeon loved life very much, even at the age of seventy not having lost sensation of its novelty. He even considered his name to be a derivative from a word "seed". And seeds sprout into eternal life l. Christ spoke so.
Old Simeon loved Christ very much. Each easter he painted chicken eggs and gave them to neighbours. " Christ has arisen! " - " Truly has arisen! ". On every forgiving Sunday he sincerely forgave all people and asked Christ to forgive him as he forgives enemies. Each parental day he visited tombs of his father and mother and his beloved wife Klavdia.
Old Simeon loved his wife very much. Klavdia Vitalievna was a magic woman who passed with him side by side all sufferings and ordeals though he had a harsh temper and from time to time treated her badly. However Klava was a heaven-born woman and had a congenital skill to keep their home from miseries. And here, you see, she died of a mere cold a year ago. But their son though he lives in Moscow, found time to come to the funeral. He did everything in a proper way and even wanted to take Simeon with him, but Simeon could not leave dear to his heart tombs of his parents and wife.
Old Simeon loved his son very much. He brought him up in the image and likeness of himself since early days. He told his son about life, love, a duty, honour and a lot of other things. He never left his son without trusteeship and a wise word. Ivan is a good man, has got his own family, and does not forget his old father. Each holiday he sends him a greeting card, each birthday he sends a birthday telegram. in summer he would spend a week of his vacation with his father by all means, bringing all his family to his Dad. In autumn he always asked neighbours to help the old man to collect the crop from his six hundred parts.
Old Simeon loved autumn very much. There was nothing more beautiful than scarlet sunsets…
Passers-by, having caught sight of an old man silently smiling to his thoughts on the bench in a little public garden, also started to smile to something hidden and, for sure, kind in the depth of their souls.
- $ *! " When one steps on yellow leaves covered with hoarfrost, they crackle just disgustingly... "! * $--
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