The cameras installed at the first little table at which I and Vladimir Oksikovskii are sitting. It is interesting what Vladimir will sing? But the microphone was firstly given to me, and a confession, a declaration of love to Anatoly Vasilyevich began to sound. I admitted that I come here for many years, I myself don't remember for how long, but always because of him, a Forest-man, a person of eternity.

With whom I only didn't come here. And then I wandered worldwide and absolutely forgot about Anatoly Vasilyevich. Once he called me himself and told: “Masha, come to my Bylina, because you lost a voice of forest.”

I felt ashamed that forgot about this person. I remembered only one phrase from his words. Once I arrived to him on a visit with a heart problems, and, trying to hide them and to suppress, represented tranquillity. Anatoly Vasilyevich looked at me and told: “Don't come with such heart to the Bylina, because the forest won't accept you.”

My heart was becoming heavier and heavier, I went through a lot of troubles and adversities, lost many friends, got disappointed in life, but as arrived to the Bylina, lived here — and for the first two days ran and cried in the forest. And my soul thawed here, emerged a force, and suddenly, in privacy, I understood one thing - that I looked for friends all over the world, but my true friend waited here, and a spark in his house always burned for me.

And though the Forest-man and the Bylina are already not present in this world, all exists now only in my inner world, in my imagination, and saves me from troubles. And I know it for sure, nothing disappears completely, if you saw it and gave a particle of love. The Forest-man and God Velez left from the visible plan of this world, but lives in my inner plan of the new world and new Earth, invisible to a usual eye. And while I am here I collect all the best, and this best goes to the new world and waits for me there.

Also I remembered that when I was coming to the Forest-man, often not alone, sometimes in the middle of night — he always met me, put tea and gave drink, and never reproached that I disturbed him at night without a notice. Now I understood that his house is open for all people and the spark of hope burns in it and protects people from troubles, and that this person serves not himself but people. And therefore He is a Great Wanderer of Russia, , I understood it and learned a price of true goodness through it, and soon after such understanding the bad people took away from him his work, and he left all of them but only not me. When he left from Earth he became even closer to me.

From outside he was unfriendly, the caustic eyes and the speech is not tender, but it is only from outside, but in practice this person lived for people and never asked nothing and didn't take, only gave to people everything that had.

In that distant time of 1989, June 11, I wanted to give as a present something for Anatoly Vasilyevich, and I wrote him «A Bylina about a Bylina», and that is all what so far I gave to the Master. Perhaps the verses will help to people to understand that in the Moscow's forests there was a Miracle and a live Shrine, and it wasn't necessary to go far, but to help him was NECESSARY!

If you would help him, this Glade would help you to get rid of lie and to become purer and kinder. Really, people are telling the truth — life shouldn't be preached, but confessed, and I opened the heart, and a confession, which went at once to heavens, sounded in the forest, and a new Russia through the words of my confession, the words of confession of Mother Nature herself was build.

The second confession of soul sounded through the songs of Vladimir. He took the guitar and presented to the Master a song "A Road to the House".

After he presented me the song "Magdalene":

Yes, seems like this immortal night was a night of declarations of love to each other. And many songs sounded this night on the glade, and till the morning the fire burned, and these songs were confessions of human souls. Volodya sang, people sat at the fire and warmed the souls. Also a universal melancholy for perfection was born in them.

Closer to the morning I managed to hear the third confession — The master disappeared and suddenly appeared with a small suitcase. He put it on the table, opened, and... that was an ancient record player! He opened a small box, got a needle, sharpened it and put a record. A long ago forgotten youth melodies began to sound.

And everything became clear with the Master. With the songs of old records he told us about his soul, about his life. With words you won't achieve much - our language is poor, so through the record player he tells us about himself. Who clever and ingenious - will understand everything. Such clever and magic my Forest-man! He is not so simple as it seems at first. He is like that this true Wanderer!

Soon, very soon about you and your towers will know the New Earth, and you will become a part of new Russia, and through your work people will open true values. Good luck to you, the Master, everything is only begins in your life because you want happiness for all.

And I write for you. And once again I reveal for you – death isn't exist. The master left to be in the new world for the elected people who will live together with him on that primordial Earth which soon will be shown for honest and just people, for creators.

Postscript:

After the trip to the forest a strangeness happened to me:

I don't remember my surname,

I don't remember my name,

that's why I sign now:



Wanderer, Mother Goddess.