Blessed silence

I was born in the city of Lyubertsy, near Moscow. Rather, my house is on the border between the two cities. Close enough that when you cross the road you are then in Moscow. But there is a huge difference. As in the mystical film, on my side of the road there is a forest, ponds and low houses, but on the other side is a wasteland of new buildings, high-rises and highways. I frequently went out to walk in the woods among ponds and enjoy the silence. The ponds are small, are surrounded on all sides by trees. You get the feeling that you are in a quite a different world. Especially beautiful is the view in the early morning during the first days of autumn. From a surface of ponds rises pairs of ?, creating fine ripples on the water which creates a very mysterious look. Trees with red, yellow, green leaves as bright spots create a fabulous view. While there I forgot that I was in town.

Near my house there is a church. Every day in the morning and in the evening I heard the ringing of the bells. It broke the silence, so it seemed to me. But now, that I live in Moscow, I understand that the sound of sirens and cars at night is much worse than bell-ringing. Now right in front of my new house are highways always full of a huge number of speeding cars. And this noise does not stop even for a minute. At night I fall asleep to the sounds of car horns, loud music from the cars passing by and songs of drunken young people. I dream to go back to that magic place, where there was blessed silence.