Equipped by bags with easter gifts, we come back home. Behind a window branches of trees on a turquoise background of the sky already appear, and we overflown by impressions, all cannot fall asleep.

However, to sleep in easter night it was necessary not for long: in 10 o'clock in the morning for us already waited on reception on the occasion of a holiday in the Ukrainian embassy.

The Embassy borrows tiny territory in city centre, therefore all here is simple, home-style. The ambassador congratulates gathered with Easter, tells about yesterday's " krestny oia ", shows a videocassette with film about Easter in Jerusalem and invites visitors to a table where flaunt, one is more appetizing than another, a dish with salads, meat, every possible vegetables and sandwiches with bacon.

People approach To the father, thank for easter service; everyone tells about the destiny, how has come to belief. All are surprised by quantity of the people who have gathered service on night.

Easter evening to us, certainly, was to be lead in an especial way - after vecherni before Fanzoj the whole discussion was played about where it is better to go. One suggested to go to look tombs of an epoch of Mines, others - a museum of bells, but eventually all refer that very much ustali and where you will have a rest better, than on the nature: we go to a botanical garden.

the name of a place where the botanical garden was stretched, shrouded in rest - Fragrant mountains. We rushed on high-speed highway, and on horizon in dense white a smoke one behind another was appeared with outlines of flat ridges.

Air hardly has got under way lilac - first attribute of twilight when we have reached a place. The sun zakatilos for mountains also highlighted therefrom their soft contours. In the distance above waves of red, pink, white, yellow colors the graceful silhouette of a pagoda towered. Earlier in Fragrant mountains some monasteries, now this favourite vacation spot pekintsev settled down. Speak, that in the afternoon here people approximately as much, how many in the Moscow underground in rush hours. By buses bring on walk of leaders of manufacture - they can be learned on identical shapochkam or to badges. To us told, how one guide otkommentiroval to the listeners occurrence of group of tourists from Germany: " And it is the same leaders, as well as you, only from the Europe ".

Uzenkaja the footpath leads us to a round gate behind which the bamboo garden begins. It ograzhden a white wall - white color is traditional for a bamboo garden: on it game of the shadows rejected by extended leaves in a sunny day and a moonlight night is well visible.

About beds with bright tulips, multi-coloured hyacinths and gentle graceful irises the group of the Japanese tourists crowds. It does not stir sitting nearby under a dry tree to the grandfather in a dark blue soldier's blouse to admire colors. How many time was met by us in China of the older persons motionlessly looking at dismissed nimbuses. Ancient Chineses considered as a greater shame inability to seize the moment for contemplation of colors and to render them to that due respect. Was considered, that for contemplation of each plant there is time and a place. So, it is good to admire a pine, in the spring - everything in the winter, that blossoms, in the summer - mighty oaks, plane trees, is better to enjoy aroma mandarinovyh trees in the autumn. If to neglect weather and it is wrong to choose a place for contemplation of plants will dissipate and will weaken spirit. Certainly, China any more that was thousand years ago, but also in today's Celestial is days of " the Yellow leaf " or " Blossoming plum ", when everyone leave for city to take pleasure in beauty of plants.

And us carries away behind itself mountain tropka. All above and above: it seems, a little more - and we shall see the sun which has hidden behind the next mountain.

Here where our path - old peeled off besedka, propped up by a pine conducted, offers a remarkable kind on a garden and all valley. One more portrait of China - thoughtful and pacified, as a sound of a bamboo pipe; wise, deep, refined.

Already has absolutely darkened, we go down downwards. As it would not be desirable to leave from here; it is hardly trusted, that there is somewhere a noisy city with cars, concrete walls and neon advertising. We take seat on a bench. From mountains reaches uhane spljushek, the bamboo behind a wall, and in the sky, dark blue rustles, velvet pearl beads flicker. Today on all Earth Easter...