
We published this material in the anniversary issue. You can buy it here
God arranged everything sensible. He limited the time to the road, but not the way itself. Life is finite, he said, but the desire to live is endlessly.
The possibilities are unlimited, the soul is immortal. Go and look! And notice to yourself: the achievement of the goal is devoid of meaning, for it means the end of the path. Movement to the goal is life.
So that you are oriented at least somehow, God put the pillars, in the manner of the layout, which remained near the road from St. Petersburg to Tsarskoye Selo, and people wrote numbers on them, which themselves do not mean anything, if you do not take into account the place or time when you took a step.
Every breath we pass the next temporary mile.
They lost someone worthy, they met someone good. Survived. They did not lose their faces. Thank you. And if a little was added not to the fact that the former was composed and worked - and completely good.
Getting on time and time are meaningless, for you count it yourself. It is ticking in you. In you is boron, and light, and the river, and an unwritten letter, and a non -stitched canvas, and a non -cut hut.
And your friends and tears in those who have lost the opportunity to cry - everything is in you.
This air interferes - the nades are different. These people do not like - the sink of glorious. The mechanisms are floundering - harness the horse, there is no horse - take the necessary and good (it will not be hard), distribute to your pockets - and lightly. How this unknown to me is Svan. The staff and snowshoes are a lot for the winter path.
Anyone who is true on the road, may he be warmed and fed by those who are truly on the road.
You will meet! Just go: there, Danta came out of the circle there and wanders in search of you; Here Grigory Skovoroda with a knap of mild wisdom, in which you need so much; And this is Gandhi, in our snow barefoot, wrapped and affectionate with one tablecloth. For you, guidebooks are wandered in time ... Join.
And this one, with snowshoes, is also for you. You can and behind him. In the direction of the Svans. This is still in the direction of people.
From a height of growth
In the new book of Yuri Mikhailovich Growth “The third you will”, his conversations with outstanding contemporaries are collected. These are conversations in essence - professions, biographies, character, fate. Here everyone is in its place.Elena Bonner, Boris Zhutovsky, Otar Ioliani, Marina Neelova, Oleg Tabakov, Tatyana Tarasova - only 25 creators, each of whom erected his palace in painting, literature, theater, cinema, sports, and medicine.
Now, when there is a temptation to shout that our whole story is evil, and the culture was not worth a cashed egg, the growth book is a book of resistance to another thoughtless poet.
You can buy a book with an autograph of the author in the Novaya online store.