A book of famouse journalist Maria Karpinskaya is an attempt to connect a world of imagination, or a private world of person with real world. This attempt has succeeded. Today on a border of times and centuries this surprising and magic book gets out. Surprising because it was written by a Woman who has past a colossal way of her soul.
And why is she here with us? Evidently we will learn it slightly later, for the moment let's go, dear reader, to her Magic Country, where all what is written by her suddenly (or not suddenly) begins to become alive. Ahead to meeting with a Teacher who through her father's figure passed us his knowledges of the World, Earth and people on it.
Ahead to her ship, where all of us are passengers, inhabitants of planet Earth! Smooth sailing to you!
A winner of the All-Union and International variety competitions, a winner of the International festival of actor's song of Andrei Mironov, an actress of "The Modern" theatre.
AN OPENED BOOK OF A CHILDHOOD.
Author: Maria Karpinskaya.
Translation: Maya Nikolaeva.
The twenty-sixth chapter of the book
The bylina and the Wanderers.
"Bylina" — such called this place in the forest and that what constructed in there. In the middle of the glade a fire burns. Over the fire is a fantastic construction, similar to a smithy from the children's movie "Princess Frog". On the four huge columns - some canopy in a form of tower fastens. Under the canopy — an incomprehensible design with hanging-down chains. The meaning of it is unclear. We can assume that these are the chains for pots, and all the rest in order that the smoke from fire went vertically and wouldn't burn the leaves of trees.
To sit at such fire is very comfortable and there is a feeling that at the same time you sit in forest and at home.
Around the fire there are tables and chairs made also by hands of this person. As soon as you sit down at the table there is a wish not to call him by his name, instead the word - Master emerges. It seems - table as table. Well, only there are no acute angles, but only some feelings - again unclear. You don't feel the same at other tables. It radiates a surprising heat. Also some smells of pair milk and rural newly-baked bread very brightly remembered. A pleasure spreads over the body, there came a condition of satiety and satisfaction. The scenes of rural childhood emerged so clearly that real time disappeared. It is difficult to tell, where am I and what is with me. Such a table — not a table, but a time machine. After I was explained that here everything is made so that to awake some far images and best feelings in any human, to send him back in childhood!
Even the voices of friends and other people became audible and visible as if I was THERE. The real world disappeared. All problems and troubles were forgotten. And already no one is here - only you and you in different years. It reminded a viewing of feature film about own life.
Also all the history of Russia, and maybe not Russia, but all the planet during all time of its existence became visible and rather experienced.
"It is similar to phantasmagoria" — a fixed thought disappeared. Looking at the fire, as in a fast movie, times when people lived on the earth in unusual houses and caves flew. A rock painting on columns near the fire, some scenes of life of ancient people came as in a dream. Their faces flashed on the fire and flew away with sparkles to a strange construction with a black opening as souls after death.
Now its true purpose became clear. I endured the deaths of ancient people, our far ancestors, their departure in the black opening — at first in darkness, and then in blue sky to stars. Perhaps that dying people feel so?
Somehow by itself my gaze passed from the fire and fell on the chasm of night. It was similar to falling, and suddenly... as a new birth! Also there was a wish to cry as a newborn child. And, at first indistinctly, after brighter and brighter, came to the view a fantastic tower and an entrance to it was curtained by a fancy veil weaved from ropes, which reminded some foliage of trees in dark. And then they turned into a children's cradle weaved from herbs, and a song without words began to sound.
The sounds of a female voice were such dear and long ago forgotten and the cradle was slowly rocking.
The ancient Russia. Some faces and clothes are flashing. Or may be shades? Here came out a maiden in sarafan and kokoshnik. Here a young man in seigniorial clothes. On the right is a tower, on the left - a tower, behind too - a tower, and all of them are such different. In one of the towers some oil lamps are burning. And people in modern clothes shout: Everything is bitter! Give us a sweet kiss!
"It that seems, or real?"
The sparks of oil lamps really burn in one tower with the name "Sun", and there some people are celebrating a wedding. The past time merged with the present, and here they live together.
The towers have windows, but without glasses, there are doors, but without doors, and from any point everything is visible what occurs in each tower. The sparks remind of your lives, or perhaps of the lives of different people who are on the way. And suddenly...
In some steppe or in mountains a spark is seen, and people hurry on it to be warmed and spend a night in the house. These sparks attract and give hope, showing the road to some long ago True House forgotten by us.
"Let's go, I will introduce you to the people."
The drowsiness was interrupted as a morning dream, on the most interesting place. My old friend shook my shoulder.
"Pity such wonderful bylina was interrupted! But there was it or not?"
"Of course, it was!"
"That is why this place is called Bylina! Whether the wizard, the Forest-man told me all these fairy tales?" — there was such thought before the awakening came.
The tables were laid and filled with a rich food. There were tomatoes, cucumbers, yellow and red peppers, strawberries, sweet cherries and a lot more, everything that will be wished by soul. The eyes of people are kind and pensive. Probably, as well as I, everyone saw his Bylina. I wanted to get acquainted with Anatoly Vasilyevich's guests closer.
My old friend, bard Vladimir Oksikovskii sat at the first little table. Tonight he will sing his fine songs. Near him is Valera — an actor and director, a bard Yaroslav from Belarus and right there I took a place of honor.
An interesting public gathered here. Mara — a director of film studio "Master movie" sits at the second table. I was told that this film studio received a Gold Nika for the movie "Little Mermaid".
Round the little tables there are some movie cameras, and a tireless and very beautiful girl by the name of Inna, an organizer of my birthday and the idea of the Wanderer. Also there are lots of different people whose names weren't remembered, but it seemed that all of them are familiar sins long ago.
от Жанны Де Арк
от Марии Магдалины
Здесь спрятан Ключ!!!
Тот, кто расшифрует текст, спрятанный здесь и построенный по принципу древних манускриптов, обретёт силу всех образов.
Я отрекаюсь от этого мира ,
Странник корабль летит в мир иной.
С собою беру только лиру.
КТО ЛЮБИТ МЕНЯ,
|Самые древние знания об истории человечества и вселенной читай в откровениях Марии.