It's time about steam

Once the other day I return home from work in broad daylight, and not in the dark, as usual. The sun beats in the eyes, bright and icy. Around something rings and tweaks. The steam rises from the ground. Yeah, I think, thank God, here is the spring-red branches of the tree stuck an unprecedented balloon, an advertising ball, or something. The very transparent and at the same time mirrored. The washed blue sphere reflects streets, houses, multi -colored trams with trolleybuses, confusion of black branches. According to the indestructible habit of interpreting everything seen in a symbolic sense, immediately decided: here, they say, the personification of art - and the light from the sky passes, and correctly reflects life. He lowered his eyes-around the remnants of snowdrifts, dirty gray, in a black speck, under one dead cat, lay there all winter, crumpled tin banks, some rags, people have green, rumpled faces ... Wow, correctly reflects. Ugh! I say to myself, - what a stupid manner in everything to look for a hidden meaning. Here it is, a merciless March light, and everything in it appears as it is. Girls are mercilessly beautiful, someone forgot to wash the car, someone was wrapped in a coat and a button dangles on a thread. There my own pale physiognomy in the window floats. Life, like light, is bright and ice. But there is nothing more under this surface.

I go into the porch, stomp in a half to my floor (we have without an elevator and without light). Give me, I think that on the occasion of spring I will put things in order in my table, when such a case will present in order to half a day free. And I am determined: I will also be ruthless to all the trash, which has accumulated over the winter in boxes, like sunlight ruthless to life, and life to me.

I put forward a box. An chip, what do we have here? A list of important cases for a certain forgotten shot of 1652, the squadron of Van Ribek was at the Cape of Good Hope after an exhausting 104-day voyage. The dining room of the mountain successfully reached three sailboats: “Drommedaris”, “Reicher” and “Good Hope”, from which 70 people landed on the shore. These volunteers were the first whites to be in the south of Africa with the intention of settling here. The fort, the future Cape Town was laid. Thus began the story of the capture colony.

In 1657, at the suggestion of Van Ribek, the company freed the colonists from the service and invited them to engage in agriculture, for which a party of slaves from the island of Java was sent to the colony. Earth’s requisitions also began at the surrounding tribes - Bushmen and Gottentots, as well as the expedition into the depths of the mainland for the capture of livestock and new slaves. The colonists learned to live in a state of permanent military threat. “Taking a shovel in one hand, Van Ribek wrote,“ in the other, you always continue to hold weapons. ” All others were perceived as enemies. So the apartheid began.

The muskets were more convincing than poisoned arrows, so that the colony expanded. For each white there were already ten hectares of land. The favorable climate contributed to the prosperity of the economy, and the former employees of the company increasingly called themselves just peasants, in Gollandic Boers. So the nation began.

Torn from the distant homeland, the Boers lived in their world. Their language was gradually simplified for the convenience of memorizing it by natives, and in addition, it was replenished with the words of native languages ​​and even Javanese and Portuguese. Over time, he moved more and more from the Dutch, which compatriots still spoke. Thus began the language of Afrikans, and according to this time being the state in South Africa.

Five years later, Jan Van Ribek earned a promotion of the company and left for the Far East, from where it was once highlighted. Behind him left a newborn country, which was to become powerful and prosperous, but at the same time third -hand and ill -fated. The portrait of an entrepreneurial Dutchman and now decorates the randows of South African money.

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