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Like frames, the romance ofwanderings takes us toother corners ofthe planet. Travel opens new windows tothe world. Solovetsky Islands, Paris, Venice, Rome, London, Saint Lucia, Guadeloupe became bright pages ofan amazing and unique book oflife.





 

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 Vyacheslav Denisov

 Tatiana Delandre



 ,2017

Vyacheslav Denisov, ,2017

Tatiana Delandre, ,2017



ISBN978-5-4490-0566-3

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Preface


Inthe HTML language, aframe is afragment ofabrowser window for displaying aseparate web page. Frames are similar totable cells, independent mini-screens ofthe same screen, each ofwhich has its own address. Click on any ofthe links and go into the path, you see the continuation, move todifferent forms and move toother applications. Like the frames, dreams are taken toanother catalog and other structures, the romance ofwanderings takes us toother corners ofthe planet: the Solovki Islands, Israel and Greece, Stockholm and Bangkok, Paris and Venice, Rome and London, Cote dAzur, Burgundy, India and Sri Lanka, Saint-Lucia and Guadeloupe, Antigua Travels open new windows tothe world, become bright, memorable pages ofan amazing and unique book oflife.




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Equilibrium at 5 from the equator


Autumn. Cold November. 5minutes tomidnight. Boeing 777takes off into the night sky. Beyond the horizon were the granite embankments of St.Petersburg

The airliner easily touches the edge ofthe Earth. The island ofCeylon. Sri Lanka. Colombo sounds inSinhalese Kola-amba-thota harbor with deciduous mango trees. From the shore ofthe fishing village ofUnawatuna tothe Pole, the boundless ocean is poured. Turquoise vibrations, reefs, palms. The hot sand burns his feet. The charming temptation ofmonotony. Blissful charm ofthe Sri Lankan paradise. Waves ofthe Indian Ocean caress the shore. On ahigh hill, facing the rising sun, Buddha rises.

Bas-reliefs, drawings, statues ofelephants inBuddhist temples. The elephant is asacred symbol ofspiritual knowledge, prosperity, wisdom and patience. The Lankans told an amazing legend about Queen Maia, who once had adream. Awhite elephant with six white tusks came down from the Golden Mountain, each corresponding tosix dimensions ofspace: up, down, forward, back, tothe right, tothe left, and announced the conception ofthe boy ofthe Buddha Guatama, the future ruler ofthe world.

On the mountain Rumasala stands abeautiful snow-white pagoda, agift ofJapanese Buddhists, asymbol ofharmony, unity and peace. The son ofKing Suddodan and Queen Maya Prince Siddharth, whose name means the fulfillment ofall desires looks into the azure distance. Immediately after birth, he made seven steps ineach direction ofthe world. With my right hand Ipointed tothe sky, my left hand tothe bottom, todeclare the purpose ofmy birth. Above and under heaven, Iam revered. The three worlds are filled with suffering, from which Iwill bring liberation.

The art ofcreating mudras is the language offingers and hands. Abhaya mudra, asymbol ofthe fearlessness ofthe Buddha raised right hand with fingers outstretched on the unfolded palm. Kataka is wise the left hand ofthe Buddha, bent half, supports the monastic cloak on the shoulder.

Quiet whisper ofthe rain. Falling drops shake Krishnas favorite flowers on the tree oflife plumeria. Late inthe evening, fishermen leave the shore. Like fireflies inthe ocean, the lights are burning all night on the bars offishing boats. On the path inthe tropical jungle resting monitor. Among the lianas, wild monkeys jump along branches oftall trees.

White herons wander on the green lawns ofthe old fort Halle. Alight coolness inthe shade ofthe great banyans. Adelicate aroma offlowers inthe churchyard. Tea bushes cover the endless mountain slopes.

Star lotus is the national flower ofSri Lanka, asymbol oftruth, purity and self-control, one of108favorable signs found inBuddhas tracks. According tolegend, when the Buddha died, the beautiful lotus flowers blossomed everywhere where he passed.



Autumnsun

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Equilibrium at 5 from the equator:

12hours aday,

12hours night,

12hours thesun,

12hours rain.



The pink glint ofthe setting sun stretched over the waves, went out inthe clouds and the veil ofdarkness slowly covered the Indian Ocean

Autumn. White plane. Back home, tothe cold gray shores.






















































































































































































































 








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Fence splitting


Century after century inthe pursuit ofholiness, indesire toreject earthly thoughts and tofind true Christian perfection, ascetics come tothe White Sea wilderness, shelter ofhermits near the Arctic Circle, the pearl ofthe Russian North the Solovetsky archipelago. Inthe bizarre outlines ofthe islands sandy shallows merged and the huge boulders, proud pines and ornate trunks ofdwarf birches, light-filled roses among the silken emerald fir trees inthe wilderness ofthe Makaryevskaya desert, covered with asilvery fleurid overflow ofwinding lakes, pointed peaks ofthe monastery towers and greatness ancient stone walls with narrow apertures ofloopholes.

Inthe dying rainbow colors ofthe departing summer, the suns rays illuminate the gray sky. Lead clouds are carried away. Celestial azure, sparkling glare ofthe Holy Lake and the cries ofrestless white-winged seagulls drown out sadness. The singing northern dialect ofthe islanders, the spirit ofgreat asceticism and the fascination ofseclusion soften the gloomy shadowofthepast.








































































































 








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The North Thebes


Bright day. The bright sun is pouring down the hard-to-beaten heat ofthe forest and the lake ofthe Solovetsky Island and the mirror smooth surface ofthe sea that has stopped inawonderfulcalm.

Again we go byforest path, again, tothe right and left, is the kingdom ofmighty forest giants. Lakes are flowing here and there. Some ofthem have completely gone into the shadow oftall trees, others are radiant with asharp, blinding light. You can not take acloser look at this nature. Anew ray and everything changes before your eyes; Anew, running shadow ofarandom cloud, and again adifferent expression Exactly abeautiful face, alive, moving, constantly changing before you Here her eyes sparkle with adazzling gleam, her lips are half open, she is bathed inbright blush Still amoment and eyes Darkened, only inthe mysterious depths ofthem flash fleeting lightning flashes, on the pale face lies the expression ofquiet sadness, the sad smile ofnot that regret, or the deceived hope froze on the lips Like aflower faded on astem, she inclined her head And you yourself become aload but before the first ray ofsunlight

Your Solovetsky island is good: freedom, beauty!..



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The spirit ofromantics and great centuries


South ofParis, inthe heart ofFrance, lies Burgundy awonderful land ofgreen vineyards, oak forests and medieval castles. The spirit ofromance and great centuries keeps the region. Pilgrims from all over the world travel here tosee medieval churches, houses and town halls on the cobbled streets ofthe village ofNoyers-sur-Serein; Feel the whiff ofthe eras under the arches ofthe castles ofTanlay and Ancy le Franc; Go tothe bank ofthe river Seren tothe abbey ofPontigny and touch the history ofone ofthe oldest monasteries ofthe order, founded in1114byHugo ofMacon; Board aship and cross the Burgundy Canal from the Yonne River tothe Sona River; Go ashore and find yourself inthe ancient city ofMontbara; Wander along the paths ofthe park inthe abbey ofFontenay and admire the statue ofMadonna from the babies inone ofhis churches; Finally, enjoy the taste ofthe greatest Chardonnay wines and pinotnoir.





































































































































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Iloiter alleys without agoal, Ilisten toancient times: Under Cesare the cicadas sang thesame, And the same sun was on the walls.



V.Nabokov


The sun-filled day was beautiful. The air is filled with the aroma ofpine needles and myrtle. Among the transparent celestial blue, we slowly climbed the hill tothe medieval light-filled city. On the narrow streets there were closely built houses with laurel-green shutters on yellow walls covered with terracotta tiles. The water flowed inthe empty stone fountain on the empty square. Her monotonous murmur bewitched, lulled and we blurred inthe perfect calm ofthe middayheat.

























































































 








  

   



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Cote dAzur


When the blue oftheseas

Zephyr slips and quietly blows



Alexander Pushkin


On the Cote dAzur, every new day ofcarefree life begins with ameeting with the sea. Agentle aquamarine dissolves sad thoughts. Sliding on the waters surface white sails give adream. Flocks ofwhite-winged gulls inthe enamel sky, the singing ofthe waves and the salty smell ofwind give hope toturn fantasies into reality. Inhovering gently-noctilucent clouds and the eternal movement ofthe sea the embodiment ofinfinite freedom. Inthe magnificent greenery ofthe paradise you can contemplate forever, like awhite foam caresses the shore, golden constellations hang inthe dark blue ofthe night sky and adiamond moonlit along the water mirror.






















































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