there
were only sunsets. Stars were so many, they were so everywhere, that sunsets
were all. I did not yet know, what sky, that is why that how sunsets were was
half-round. Did not yet exist far and close, but one sunset was more clear and
greater. Air was nothing. There was only a smell, and sunsets could smell only,
because nothing was anymore. Therefore sunsets smelled a frost, presence of
distant water, during the forest, by the whiteness of snow and black bends of
garden, by white pls on the white frozen road, little aits of bare stone,
patches of hardening yellow clay and hyposthenic grass, heap of nut leaves from
under snow, tracks on a path and distant dog voices. Old boards, moan of frost,
invisible breathing of cattle, ringing squeak of doors, were then added. Then
became warmly and softly. But darkly, because sunsets remained only in the
rectangle of window. Through glass, by a zavitrazhovane frost, stars smelled already differently - by a hay, pinches of
viburnum, by honey, by wool, fir-tree galuzzyam, by apples, bukovimi firewoods, overheated tiles, slow voices... Such was the world, when
for me ability of him appeared to remember. Such is my most first flashback,
first flashback, which not only fixes the determining state of the world but
also is the sign of the realized being in existence of time, in continuation.
This flashback of podarunok.txt a few years, when Christmas Eve was approached. When dido already steliv a hay on a table, a grandmother prepared a triple candlestick, a dad
refueled kutyu, and I went out on
a street for firewoods, that a living fire did not go out. In the street was
darkly, coldly and quietly. And that is why was emptily. I just then appeared
the first star. It filled with the smell everything around by existence. Then I
realized that it already had been once. Christmas was already.
Here these three things - childhood, the winter and eternal returning
are is, seems, determining in our mystery of Christmas.
because since God, which has neither beginning
nor end, pozvoliv to born itself in
human embodiment, he already can not be such, as before that. He became other.
I he, being Creator, dare to give itself under guardianship those, who created.
Lord needed our solicitude, mercy and love. A miracle of Khrista was not
infusing with the Divine spirit in the body of prophet. Simply that God managed
to live humanly.
The winter, because that, whoever never drove out in this time from a
modern city, can doubt only, that not this time of year is the world beginning.
In fact the world was begun with unity of fire and water. I from a sun, month
and stars which set a fire water. The world began from a constraint and at
first he was very laconic.
I eternal returning. Because one time - never. This mystery of the world
beginning, miracle of Divine birth, finishes telling, that the worlds appear
with every birth, that in every birth present z'yava God.
I exactly because we are accountable for God, for peace, for a sun and
for sunsets, that all lasted in a reiteration over and over, we operate on
Christmas how is in our forces - do everything the hands for that the world did
not stop.
day before a sainted evening, when yet a post
lasts and all days long nothing is eaten in general, all, that is needed to the
taynoy supper is repaired:
a bob washes, fasolyu, sushenici, plums, wheat, potato, bread pretends to be, fish
urinates, the stuffed cabbages, borsch, are done, from it undertakes on a
spoon, that to bake knishik and perekhovati him to George, an
owner does living vatru early, from it a
fire is laid out in a stove, hostesses are stove, prepare vodka with honey,
viburnum, carnations, cinamonom and by a pepper, nothing is drunk all days long, not tried, not smoked,
it is impossible there is nobody to quarrel, it is impossible to chop
firewoods, to the supper zastelyuyut' table by an after-grass, bandages oneself volichkoy scissors, darts out from home of needle, hole in
benchs stopped up an after-grass, on a table bread consists in two rows,
kalatchs and salt, as well smerknet'sya, nursed from home, fired a pistol, that time is on a supper, changed
clothes in all of clean, a house obkuryuet'sya three times by incense, to the table laid the first food - bob, then
laid fish, pies, stuffed cabbages, plums, kutyu, potato with butter and garlic, pitch, pea, plums
from fasoleyu, pies with a poppy,
from every food takes a bit, salted and rushes a cattle, and to the bees -
water with honey, round a house a poppy is thrown about, and in a house must be
quietly, only a hostess lights candles and collects nine foods in a bowl, that potomu with an owner to go out on a street and invite to
itself on the sainted supper of gradivnikiv, practitioners of black magic, mol'fariv, planetnikiv, forest wolves,
bears, lisiv, bore, goes back to
a house, treats a candle on a sun three times table, bows fight and prays with
thanks, that dozhilosya to this day, the
bowl of foods is equipped for the souls dyings, sidaet'sya to the supper, an owner gives up kutyu to ceiling, kutya is tried, all of family is congratulated, undertakes to the supper,
speaking to each other, for suppers prays and it is possible to go along with
foods to the next-door neighbours.
And already on the second day, after christmas Service of Divine, kolyadniki going, perebiranci and go along with kolyadoy family-to-family, because a son Divine borned.
In the small forest, in the small forest, on yellow sand
