He always realised itself(himself)
a being self-sufficient. Nevertheless, it was mortally important to it
to feel lawful participation to this world, to feel life emanations, at
least in such a way - through merge to shapeless city vanity to its
plain pleasures. Therefore similar walks were necessary for it. He was
not confused with sad twilight of northern spring, a water drizzle in
air and a chill getting under a jacket. Especially, he did not pay
attention on not numerous having a rest: a romantic kind the
long-haired young man in a short nursery kurtochke, it is motionless
stynushchego on the next bench, breathing evening air of health for the
sake of the old woman, inertly hooting small group of the youth, stuck
to drink beer.
Before it from a twilight the
miracle, - as if the ancient bagatelle created from a bone, costume
jewellery of a certain giantess, ugnezdivshajasja on a dark blue velvet
acted. So Varnava felt, looking on bleached by time and intolerable
local weather the walls recently illuminated on the newest way. But
whether the way was not perfect, whether the temple is too great. He
did not bathe in the light sea, on the contrary, as if ate huge light
layers, pressed their weight, and light lay on it angularly. It was so
great that the consciousness perceived it not completely, and as though
parts. The broken lines of the huge basis. Similar to a skeleton of an
enormous animal a ridge drum. The muffled gold of a huge dome lost in
darkness of heavens. Green angels from time, are have published similar
to chimeras. Turrets which separately would look impressive buildings.
At last, pobeditelno a triangle of a pediment prevailing over the area.
All it was snatched out from darkness fragmentary, disturbed, forcing
to suspect the dangerous secrets hidden in darkness.