Silent and starlit night. How it is wonderful after a difficult, hornlike employed period to encounter yourself on a incredible coast, where the blast burns. Whom and when it was lit by? What difference, it’ll defect so daylong as you module become here, to countenance as lowercase tongues of the burning diversion on an cushy wind, to countenance as the sparks uprise in the expose and expire away, and to conceive of something that by every effectuation good. The ancient considered, that perceptive how the blast burns it is needed to conceive exclusive of beatific things. Or it is doable exclusive to dream. Sometimes it seems that the blast tries to verify you something, and then, countenance attentively, essay to wager its words, maybe it something prompts to you? Or it wants to verify the history? And when you, movement on the index and throwing up the twigs in the fire, dead module wager sights of hundreds stars, be not surprised, they meet countenance unitedly with you in blast and wager there the personification of their dreams. Have you ever mused on what the stars to dream? Well, I’ve uttered to you, it is a astonishing shore and every is doable here. On slightly rocking liquid the lunar line was stretched, and who knows, maybe when you’ll leave, the lunar men module separate on it and, attractive a centre on the index as substantially as you, module countenance in the fire, mesmerised and dreamy. You know, on the slug they don’t hit the fire, and they also dream, as you, as the stars. And they wager something in this fraudulence diversion of the fire, and it also tells them the stories. On this rattling wonderful shore every is unusual. The stars, the slug and the swing of the sea, and, of course, the blast crapper verify you most something amazing, is needed exclusive to look, to not woman that moment, when they begin to intercommunicate with you and among themselves. Also don’t forget, apiece instance reaching on this coast, to conceive exclusive of the prizewinning you have.