- Thanked 78 times
- Thanks 50 times
| http://www.liveinternet.ru/users/mstataka/post362311720/ |
"Solar-dewy morning is like an undiscovered land, unexplored layer of heaven, the morning is the only one still did not get up, no one has not seen, and you can see for yourself the first time.
Was finishing their spring songs of nightingales, still preserved in zatishnyh field of dandelions, and maybe somewhere in the damp shade of black is white lily of the valley. Nightingale took to help the lively summer birds - podkrapivniki, and especially good flute Orioles. Throughout restless chatter thrushes, woodpeckers and a very tired look live food for their young, he sat away from them a bitch just relax.
Get up, my friend! Gather in the beam rays of his own happiness, be brave, start the fight, help the sun! That look, and the cuckoo came from to help you. Look, harrier floating over the water: it's not easy harrier, this morning he was the first and only one, and that's the magpie, sparkling with dew, came out on the track - tomorrow so exactly sparkle, they have not, and the day something is not the same, - and these magpies come out somewhere else. This morning the only thing no one had never seen him around the globe: only see you and your unknown friend.
And tens of thousands of years lived on earth people hoarded, passing each other, the joy that you came, picked it up, gathered into bundles its boom and happy. Courage same adventurous!
And once again expand the soul: tree, birch - and can not take their eyes off the green candles on the pine trees and from young red bumps on fur-trees. Firs, birches, how good! "