Before departure there was only one day. I already have had time to get used to melodic Chinese speech, to shouts training in the mornings the soldier, to that in everyone blossoming kushche the carved roof disappears. It was hardly trusted, that tomorrow in the evening all will be in another way.

We are last time sent on walk, this time - in winter imperial palace Gugun, or Forbidden city. I do not know, whether hour will suffice to bypass it around. Powerful ten-meter walls are surrounded huge water rvami - such defense hardly probable will dare to break. Though our compatriots dared - twice in XVIII century members of our spiritual Mission made the way on a bet in Forbidden city, but have been turned politely out.

We Shall stand small turn and it is got inside. Gugun has personified all, apparently, incongruous - boundless freedom and the strict order, kanonichnost forms and the free imagination overwhelming grandiosity and the most graceful simplicity. Temples and palaces of Forbidden city are simply enormous, but also they seem toy in comparison with those areas in which are concluded. Gugun has personified not only skill of architects and architects, but first of all all the ideas penetrating the Chinese consciousness.

The Palace complex has been built in record-breaking short terms - all for 14 years. Tremendous ability to organize collective work of thousand people surprises and today everyone coming in China.

In crowd of tourists we move through a gate of the Maximum Harmony, a gate of Heavenly Cleanliness, by a palace of Heavenly Calmness, a hall of the Union and the World and we get in a magnificent garden - such could belong only to the lord Celestial. The transparent ponds, the refined pavilions for rest, plants of wrong forms, at top of a hill - besedka from which emperor admired a night star.

Sitting at a porcelain little table in tea pavilion, father Dionisy with irony notices, that there is no in China a revolution, hardly it should us to drink fine tea within the precincts of Forbidden city. Tea is really fine, it even to drink it is a pity - would sit, listening to a rustle of a reed, yes admired on multi-coloured petals and leaves, as if specially izognutye under the form of hieroglyphs.

In the Evening - last before departure vodosvjatnyj moleben and farewell to the people who have already become absolutely native.

- Come more likely and necessarily together.

Everyone tries to tell a warm word. It would be desirable to embody for ever in a shower these kind persons, Fanzu, noise of city mixed up with the Chinese speech, persuasive shouts soek, a smell of the Chinese kitchen, poplar down, - everything, that has communicated, weaved with this spring, with this most unusual in my life Easter.

It still will by all means recollect subsequently, will recollect as first Easter after a heavy forty-year break.