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 thirty-fourth chapter of the book :
A VISION OF SNOW-WHITE TEMPLE OF HOPE
I regained consciousness at the volcano's bottom. I lay curled up, having enclosed both palms under the head, on the stiffened but still warm lava, at first I thought that I lie on a stove. And near appeared my cat without one paw and tail.
The cat was militant. It lost his tail and paw fighting with traps. He winked with one eye and with all his arch look was saying to me:
“Of course, I understand everything - conscience torments. Trifles! When there is a strong wish for something - it's possible!”
I was angry. A minute more - and I will dump him from my stove. Only one thing stopped me: he is disabled. Well, what can we do with these disabled. After all he has only one thought: where to snatch all you have your paw on. He isn't even afraid to drag meat from traps put on tigers.
“You are already disabled and still trying to teach me! Oh, you're screwing me up so much!”
The cat was ingenious. It realized that now I can tear one more if his paws.
Somehow he began to change and turned into a small dark cloudlet. It rose in the sky and at parting sang to me:
“It seems to me, if I unmask,
All world will change with me.
But my tears aren't visible to anyone.
That shows that I am quite good Harlequin!”
A laughter of the cat was sounding in the sky. The laughter turned into a thunder. In the sky sparkled a lightning. And... it started to rain.
- “Friends, my dear friends, rain! What a wonderful rain! We are rescued!”
The people got up and began to turn around in the rain. Happy faces, smiles. There were many children. They wore some fine clothes. As flowers, children filled the dead platform with the lava and it recovered.
The people with guitars sang songs. The children got engaged in a round dance, and in the center of this fine fresh flower from children and singing stood having nestled to each other a loving couples. In the center there was the Beauty, and she was gently embraced by a beautiful young Prince.
The rain passed, there was sun and a rainbow flashed. On the rainbow has danced a big butterfly, and the words sounded distinctly, they were heard by all:
“Step by step, day after day
Behind a flickering fire!
Up a ladder,
Leading directly to the sky!
Angel of tomorrow
Will call me at night!”
The song ceased, and the rainbow turned into a white-white Temple. From the temple a marble ladder went down to the earth. We ran to it. We even began to push each other. Here and there some quarrels broke out. Some considered that they are worthy to be first to enter on the ladder to the temple. I saw - if that proceeds further, they will demolish the ladder and crush each other. The amount of people was multiplying. And with every second there arrived new ones.
“And there is only one ladder and not such wide!”
“My God, what should I do?!”
“Both - the temple and the people would be lost!”
“No, not so!”
“It can't be like that!”
From pain I closed my eyes. When opened them there were neither the temple, nor the people. Everything disappeared.
“Where all of them gone to?”
Slightly in a distance I saw a little painfully familiar lodge, with a front garden in which my favourite flowers of the childhood - dahlias grew.
It was the House of my teacher, the House where lived my first Love.
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.