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Ето моето малко разказче. За съжаление нямам време да го преведа.
То не е за конкурса, защото е писано в далечната 1981 г. Мястото, за съжаление, е отдавна съсипано от "демокрацията" и от него са ми останали само този разказ и няколко диапозитива, снимани по обед - т.е. не стават за конкурса.
The spot I like most
Now I`m going to describe one of the most beautiful places in the world, at least for me. It is a beautiful park in which there is a memorial of a poet – ardent, realistic and unhappy. His memorial is placed on the top of a hill so that he could watch over his beloved town. Look at his face – sad and proud, place a bunch of flowers at the foot of the memorial and don`t forget him.
It is May and the park is at it`s beautiful best – plenty of green and white and a poetic blue sky. A wide alley paved with tiny white stones goes up the hill at the foot of the memorial. From this main path a quantity of smaller alleys form branches to the four winds. Let us follow one to the west. Cross a clear rippling brooklet and come under the trees in the shade. A stone intimate tower that keeps cool under it`s roof with nice park benches made of stuck white stones which are found not only here but are scattered all over the park. Along the track you pass few small arch-bridges. Around you the leaves of the trees and bushes whisper tenderly. You come to the beginning of the park. Now turn to the East. Oh, lovely scenery of a heavenly place! Small white alleys, graceful pine-and-fir trees, beautiful flowers and many birds and a fragrance in the air. You may walk under the fiery sun or in the deep shades. Follow the path until you come to a number of transparent ponds. A lot of water lilies have gracefully placed their gentle white heads upon the calm water. A massive stone building with arches on it`s top is situated near these first three ponds. It resembles an ancient castle. In front of it sparkles another pond – half darkened by the surrounding trees. At one of it`s sides you can find perfect cold water to cool yourself. Time goes unnoticed. From light blue the sky becomes violet, then dark blue. Let us leave the pine trees and go further along a lonely bridge with many arches, gray in the darkness. The shadows become thicker. You hear strange sounds from aside as if the pond mermaids and the tree ghosts call you to play with them. Mystery and fantasy reign in this hour in this little place of Paradise that has come back to Earth.
On hearing my description someone may say it`s an idyllic spot but that`s only the way I feel it.
Ето моето малко разказче. За съжаление нямам време да го преведа.
То не е за конкурса, защото е писано в далечната 1981 г. Мястото, за съжаление, е отдавна съсипано от "демокрацията" и от него са ми останали само този разказ и няколко диапозитива, снимани по обед - т.е. не стават за конкурса.
The spot I like most
Now I`m going to describe one of the most beautiful places in the world, at least for me. It is a beautiful park in which there is a memorial of a poet – ardent, realistic and unhappy. His memorial is placed on the top of a hill so that he could watch over his beloved town. Look at his face – sad and proud, place a bunch of flowers at the foot of the memorial and don`t forget him.
It is May and the park is at it`s beautiful best – plenty of green and white and a poetic blue sky. A wide alley paved with tiny white stones goes up the hill at the foot of the memorial. From this main path a quantity of smaller alleys form branches to the four winds. Let us follow one to the west. Cross a clear rippling brooklet and come under the trees in the shade. A stone intimate tower that keeps cool under it`s roof with nice park benches made of stuck white stones which are found not only here but are scattered all over the park. Along the track you pass few small arch-bridges. Around you the leaves of the trees and bushes whisper tenderly. You come to the beginning of the park. Now turn to the East. Oh, lovely scenery of a heavenly place! Small white alleys, graceful pine-and-fir trees, beautiful flowers and many birds and a fragrance in the air. You may walk under the fiery sun or in the deep shades. Follow the path until you come to a number of transparent ponds. A lot of water lilies have gracefully placed their gentle white heads upon the calm water. A massive stone building with arches on it`s top is situated near these first three ponds. It resembles an ancient castle. In front of it sparkles another pond – half darkened by the surrounding trees. At one of it`s sides you can find perfect cold water to cool yourself. Time goes unnoticed. From light blue the sky becomes violet, then dark blue. Let us leave the pine trees and go further along a lonely bridge with many arches, gray in the darkness. The shadows become thicker. You hear strange sounds from aside as if the pond mermaids and the tree ghosts call you to play with them. Mystery and fantasy reign in this hour in this little place of Paradise that has come back to Earth.
On hearing my description someone may say it`s an idyllic spot but that`s only the way I feel it.
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