Bird a phoenix

In a paradise garden under a knowledge tree the pink bush blossomed; in the first rose dismissed on it the bird was born; feathers cast it wonderful paints, its flight was - light, singing - marvellous harmony.

But here Eve has tasted from a knowledge tree, and it together with Адамом have expelled from paradise, and from an ardent sword of an angel of punishment one spark has fallen in a nest. The nest has flashed, and the bird has burnt down, but from the heated egg the bird a phoenix has taken off new, unique, always unique in the world. Myths say, that it twists to herself a nest to Arabia and each hundred years itself burns itself in a nest, but from the heated egg the new phoenix, again unique in the world takes off.

Fast as the ray of light, shining чудною colouring of feathers, чаруя the marvellous singing, flies round us a marvellous bird.

Mother sits at a cradle of the child, and the bird soars over its headboard, and from trend it covered round a head of the child the light is formed. The bird and in a modest hut of the worker and then the sun beam lights up a hut flies, and the pity wooden chest starts to smell sweet as violets.

The bird a phoenix not eternally remains in Arabia. It soars together with the polar lights and over ice plains of Lapland, flits between yellow colours, pupils of short summer, and in Greenland. In the heart of Falunsky mines and in collieries of England it is twisted напудренною молью over the prayer book in hands of the pious worker; in a lotus flower floats on sacred waters of Ganges, and eyes of the young Indian girl light up at the sight of its fire of delight!

Bird a phoenix! Unless you do not know it, this paradise bird, a sacred swan of church chanting? On chariot Фесписа [Феспис (veins in Attica about 550 BC), according to legends, was the father of tragedy and drove about on the country at the head of wandering troupe of actors; as a scene it were served by their vehicle] it sat a talkative raven, clapping black wings; on strings of a harp Icelandic скальда sonorously struck a red beak of a swan; on Shakespeare's shoulder fell raven Одина and whispered to it on an ear: "You are waited by immortality"; on a holiday of singers flitted in knightly hall Вартбурга.

Bird a phoenix! Unless you do not know it? It it after all has sung to you a Marseillaise, and you kissed the feather which has dropped out of its wing; it was to you in heavenly light, and you, maybe, turned away from it to sparrows with wings, раззолоченными mosaic gold!.

The paradise bird every century perishing in a flame and again reviving from ashes, your gold images hang in magnificent halls of rich men, you often wander homeless, lonely!. The bird a phoenix living in Arabia, - only a myth!

In a paradise garden you were born under a knowledge tree, in the first dismissed rose, and the creator has noted you the kiss and has named you the present - Poetry!