The story

"The throat a little is ill me – recently was ill, - and the head because for a long time was not in the country is slightly turned; day hot, the sun in bulk lays down on leaves of bushes is reminds me something, a fairy tale from a dream, - and here I already with detachment to run on stream coast, I am torn through bushes regardless of obstacles, I bend down, where it is necessary, I jump through the inclined branches – and leaves is noisy and bitingly beat me on the person, to me already difficultly, painfully to breathe, and before me that flashes the sun on branches blows as gloomy dampness from under density of bushes, and in bright green spotty strips the set of smelling, whipping and tickling, rigid and soft, calling, exciting leaves merges."

Surprising travel, meetings, finds, opening - wait for everyone who is correct to the dream... Attempts to find and photograph the rare butterfly have resulted the author even on a track of a dinosaur...

Fragments from the book  

"Happy, irrevocable it is time – the childhood!" Why so it quickly passes? Why we so it is easy and as though even willingly we leave it? What for? Unless the children's enthusiasm, attentiveness, vivacity would prevent us to be engaged in "adult" affairs? And what such in effect "adult" affairs? Than such especial they differ from nurseries? Remain in us children's imagination, children's sensitivity, children's selflessness and cleanliness, unless we would be worse? Whether children's enthusiasm, attentiveness, ability to see and be surprised many greatest scientists, writers, artists, travellers differed? They were above depressing, monotonous routine of a so-called adult life is and has helped them to make opening, to create works of art, to go on researches of the new earths. Our sad "adult" habit not to be surprised to anything, incessant restraint of emotions, fast conviction, that is important only that it it it it is useful (though, that actually is useful, we so in general and we do not know; representations about advantage and harm of this or that vary eventually polarly), - whether is it is a sign of true wisdom? "

"... The Main thing in this book - not only the description of photographic technics. On this theme there is a set of managements and to repeat them in a detail I do not see sense. My problem - to share own experience. Experience of the person which travelled with the camera more than 20 years. Travel with the camera have given to me the happiest minutes, hours, days, years of a life. Have changed my sight at the world. Have opened many, unprecedented before the party and a side of pleasure of a life, high-grade terrestrial existence."

"A winter fairy tale"

The story

"... On the right over tops of fur-trees starts to redden, as if a glow. Or someone has lighted a huge fire? … again – as in a fairy tale: the wizard … In transparent-green depth one for another now will come stars sink. Snow greenish and shades on him green. Have come up because of wood crimson a cloudlet, were built, as if court, for a meeting … Has struck on top, and have lighted up, snow-covered tops of trees have begun to sparkle. Immediately vorohnulas any bird on a branch, zavereshchala it is joyful. From a branch snow …" fell down

"Presentation"  

"... In Afgane he has died. And here has revived. Three August days – the happiest. And as it is surprising, that 21st left suddenly the sun. The sun of a victory. He has understood, that there is something more expensively, than a life. Freedom!
   What days! What happy, bitter days! Let there will be prokljat the one who has betrayed the most light, most sacred hopes of people.
   Yes, him all the same have not killed in Afgane, time it has revived in August. Him have killed then, after August. The, compatriots. Led by the President.
   And then … Then he admired that whom was going to now to kill. "