Legends of the "Moon Landscape".
The story is dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, he was for me the great man in my life.
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"Rumors about the mysterious phenomena of the so-called Lunar Landscape walked for centuries. In my village it was considered a mysterious lunar landscape has a lot of centuries. Lunar Landscape - a huge crater on the outskirts of the village, which is a small lake. Large vegetation there is negligible. As soon as the marsh reeds, covering almost all the ancient canyon. Not surprisingly, because lunar landscape covered with marshy terrain. In the morning, there is always a fog. Many villagers often told me about the dark secrets of this place. They talked about the ghosts of the ancients, who lived in the Lunar Landscape. Many villagers claimed they had seen all sorts of mystical phenomena there. I myself have met near the lunar landscape some strange old-mages and who for a long time called me and my parents all the diseases that we had at that time. I even wrote about Incanter whole story, calling it - Russian Sage Earth. It was the only mystical, perhaps the phenomenon which I saw in his eyes. As for the rest of phenomenal occurrences, I knew almost nothing, only heard from the mouth of the villagers who lived near the area. A short distance away from the lunar landscape the cemetery my village, where thousands of people are buried. Near by the lunar landscape is a separate cemetery with graves of Jewish families. It should be noted that people living close to this mysterious terrain live for many years. I saw the old woman, who lived almost on the territory of the landscape, which has already passed ninety-eight years. More should be emphasized that the previously very close, just five meters from the giant canyon lunar landscape located village school. But because of unexplained and mysterious phenomena, the school was closed. The school building stayed only one teacher, which eventually turned into a hermit-old woman. Later she died. It was said the people she barely left the house. I still wonder how she then ate, if she did not come out of her house and lived alone.
At night, the lunar landscape I have never seen, because much was afraid to go there, and there was no reason. All mysticism lunar landscape for me was only a rumor, stories of local residents, as well as in the case of a conversation with the old man-Sage, which then, as it turned out, no one knew of the villagers. Lunar Landscape will always remain for me a very memorable and mysterious place in my village, and perhaps in our country. To speak honestly, lunar landscape for me, the place is also a native. All this is due to my late grandfather, with whom we have often made trips to those places.
We sat on the two bikes and rode slowly. Yes, the hill climb was hard, but it was not a serious problem for us. As a rule, achieving goals, grandfather climbed down from his "steel horse" and ran to look for mushrooms in small plantations that were "born" during the Soviet era. It is not always lucky with mushrooms, I tell you, but the thrill of this trip still remains in my heart. While my grandfather was looking for mushrooms, I stood on the edge of a precipice and looking at this very landscape. I still remember the beautiful crater, as if created by the hands of some powerful ancient race. In fact, it appeared because of the impact of a meteorite in ancient times. I remember a couple of small lakes, surrounded by reed forest. A pootdal little house located in the edge of the crater. And behind them already could be seen birch and elm trees surrounding the small river Shachu. All this is still in my head. It is enough to close your eyes, and you plunge into the wonderful and beautiful, mysterious world of the lunar landscape.
Unfortunately, time is relentless. it is impossible to act against this enemy. Against him no chance of winning. Time conquers all. Grandpa is already half a year in the heavens, and the house in the village will now move forward in my possession. Endless showdown with notaries and lawyers, trips to rural communities - it all appeared suddenly like Vikings.
In September, I went to my village, in addition to clashes with government agencies over the inheritance, and even look at my favorite lunar landscape. Grandpa probably also like to see again all this, posobirat mushrooms, cycling the hills, look at the amazing beauty of the crater. But alas ... time to pick it up. Now Lunar Landscape is no longer what it was before.
No, he survived. He still looks the same. But in my mind it is already present a different vision. When I saw the canyon, I was not happy that the beauty I beheld during the life of my grandfather. Yearning…. That terrible, heavy sadness that covers me .... During that as I looked at the landscape, I felt nothing except nostalgia for the past. And just remember my grandfather, that rode on the bike, then get down to it and ran for mushrooms. And then I stood and admired the beauty. But now there is no longer any grandparents nor the time. And the vision of beauty has not visited me. Looking at the lunar landscape, I see something bright and beautiful time, which left me. And, alas, it does not add joy to me, but only sorrow and sadness.
Still Lunar Landscape will always be for me the most native. Suffice it to just close your eyes, and you're back there again ... you stand and look at the beauty of nature, and grandfather looking mushrooms. You look around. See the back two bicycle lying on the ground. Then you hear rustling in the green plantings, located a few hundred meters from you. You dostaёsh from his pocket a bottle of mineral water and sipped a few mouthfuls. Then you tear off the ground several branches of different plants that you turn into a means for otmahivaniya from annoying insects. Gadfly and flies buzzing incessantly. But you not only hear their noise, but also the crackle of grasshoppers, which sit in the grass and sing merrily. Then you listen to others and hear the sounds of distant mooing cows. You turn around again towards the crater and look into it. Somewhere in the distance over the small lake sweeps sandpiper, which emits sounds similar to the kind of cackling hens. Then the bird disappears and you think again transferred to the landing. Do you see the grandfather with a bag in his hand, coming out of their green arms. Apparently, the mushrooms were not there.
- Well, that I found? - Scream you almost everything in the throat.
- No! - Meets the grandfather - Nothing. Tomorrow's go into the grove.
After this, you see, my grandfather sits on a bicycle, and then looks at you and starts down the mountain. He has always loved speed. Then you turn around again and look closely at the Lunar Landscape, examines every detail. And apparently, it also looks the same look on you.
After this, you sit on the bike again and to start up ahead of the grandfather.
And then you open your eyes ... ..
And you see the void."
I love this one, very inspiring!