After half a day, on wide meadow I noticed a black horse. He looked at me with his large eyes, nodded with his head, pulling the leg upon the ground. I approached him slowly, discerning that he’s not frightened at all. So I jumped on his back, feeling ground shaking when he reared high through the sky. And we set sail towards the north. Sailing. Wildly, like the wind. Crowned with long golden hair that wave through the air. Just like flags. Like two wild fires.

Through the woods, over plains, meadows, rivers...

At sunset we slackened. I got down from the horse, enchanted by the magic kingdom. When I set him free, he cheerfully nodded with his head, and galloped away. My heart swelled. Leaves quivered. Sky smiled.

And wind whispered - that here is my home...

...The cottage arose in the laps of mountains, in the eternal kingdom of fertile woods and waters. I’ve built a home, and skies endowed me with the most precious gift. A gentle rose, that once I had left behind. Destiny brought us together again.

Into one...

And new lives sprang up, just like beautiful flowers in springtime. The forest began to sing through merry voices of children. The sun started glowing with infinite spirit, nature started exhaling indescribable beauty. Even the smile returned to my face. As on my lips, a song... And whenever I returned from harvest, awards were there, waiting for me. Awards worth every, even the hardest pains. Awards worth every, even the greatest sacrifice. Home, family, and freedom.

I used to find her standing in a brook, washing out children’s clothes. And singing together with the birds. My rose, white and proud... and pretty, like the prettiest song bird. And the children used to sense me far in the distance, rushing into my arms. Laughs and kisses. Then hearth and cheerful, wealthy feast...

So many shining smiles, so many cordial words, so many songs and awakenings with a twinkle in our eyes. And then travels.

Long travels to far places. And sails over seas, far seas. And visits to cherished people and lands...

During one long journey we visited the distant place of my spring. Many paths I could not recognize. Cold walls of concrete were standing on plains. Some other people have lived there, some other children were sitting on imitated footways. I could not see a shine in their eyes... but silent agony, sorrow and helplessness. Anxious I was stopping people. I was asking about the meaning of this foolish politics, and none could give me an answer. Then I went searching for creatures in a thinned forest, but found nothing but grief. Everything was disturbed.

Only my amazing tree was still dreaming, isolated.

I felt it crying... as well as my soul...

On journeys we’ve been looking for the beauties of this world. We’ve been discovering the grace of remote landscapes, people and customs. Many people had already known us, many have welcomed us with a smile and a song. We’ve been guests of admirable people. We’ve been blessing waters of myriad wells. We’ve seen far coasts and seas, and been linking boats and beacons, discovering new tracks and mountains. We’ve been searching and travelling, until craving filled our hearts...

And then returning home. And the scent of beloved forests. And the pleasant murmur of a glittering brook. And singing of spirited nightingales. And the warmth of a home. And tales beside a fireplace. Deep, deep into night...

Sorceries of long winter nights used to touch us. Sorceries summoned by a fairy dance of blizzards. Magical dances on glints of moonlit ice. Then long, long strolls during fresh springtime eves, over perfumed meadows, through blooming woods. And then visits to the well beneath an old oak tree. A tree by the brook were we took an oath - of eternal love...

And revealings of secrets below the summer sky, during warm starry nights. Nights of crystal brightness...

..Kingdom of my dream...

On one floral eve, while walking toward the sunset, the youngest child turned round, saying he’s blissful, for we’ll walk these paths together forever. I stopped in a moment of pain, lifted him gently into my arms, and silently pointed at the west.

And mother thoughtfully smiled, fondled his lovely face, and shed one silver tear...

...The earth had rounded the sun so many times, many years vanished into the past, and summer closed to its end. The time arrived when the children went their own roads. Far away. I’ve seen an endless life in them, as endless strength.

And deep inside my heart I felt they will follow my way...

Time carried on with its game.

And then, a gloomy day dawned. It took away my beautiful one, and only rose. She was mown down by a malady that shadows had caused her long ago, in youth. And she withered.

I carried her in my arms, in endless pain.

I kissed her for the last time.

And buried the greatest part of my dream...

The sun lost its shine, flavours of nature became pale. Happiness ceded its place to sadness, to loneliness.

Those days I faced the windmill one more time. And I felt its old hands that rushed by with all of their force.

And I felt their freezing breath. In my heart. Like a stroke. My leg kneeled down... arm extinguished... touch of oldness.....

Time steals away, but memories remain. In the hearts of the living. And among the stars...