Meetings ...
During my wanderings in search of a place on earth ... not fail to mention about Meetings. Encounters with people and not only. These rambles
was taking place as a rule, on foot, usually arriving at their destination, that is, to some bigger city or town, then walking the hire from village to village.
And also from the south, where she began journeying ... gradually wywedrowywalam farther and farther to the north ... Much to the water. I was drawn there. Until it was. I can see the water is written.
the way I saw many beautiful places ... and many houses, but everything was like ... IT is not.
and pulled me ... further and further. Until I came to the hut and Wladyslaw Helena ... and he remained HERE. Bearing some overwhelming feeling that this is what it all these years, was waiting just for me. As any purpose!
and met along the way many people. Different. How are the people. Strange and less bizarre and those ... quite extraordinary. And those that can not be forget ....
One such person is Mr. Mieczyslaw.
And so, one day, while being already in the north, I happened to a small villages, so wonderful, lit some extraordinary light that made you fell in ever greater enthusiasm, and my oh! and ah! ... there was no end. And suddenly, walking past the first buildings, through the sunlit canopy saw ... something very white ... and moved that thing ... I headed in that direction, sensing something extraordinary. I was not mistaken. My eyes appeared to an unusual sight.
Here before me in all its glory, shimmering in the sun white walls became ... clay hut, covered with straw thatch true!
held my breath at the sight of this miracle, coming closer. And when the door of the house opened, and went out with them starenki, August rung support bracket man, whose white hair harmonize beautifully with the white walls, acting how will a perfect whole, excrete a cry of delight.
Starenki house was, with those funny small windows and a big straw roof cap. But very beautiful. Surrounded by a fence, in front of the grid, on the side of plain wood, with whom pushing their way to mallow and sunflowers, the color, which has not seen anywhere else. Spun lazily from the chimney smoke. Old trees, fragrant linden tree in front of so many leciwe Jabłonki complemented the whole. On the window sill cat wygrzewal August. On the doorstep lay stretched in the sun dog. Stroz homes. Not far from well. And on the side of the roof oborka also thatched. "I had
as enchanted, unable to tear your eyes from the extraordinary view, how a simple house. And everything looked as if it was childish hand drawn ... as the children's picture! Everything was so perfect and so incredibly beautiful in that simplicity.
And when I stood, like enchanted, an older gentleman in my direction, made the sign of a hand, inviting with a smile and doing me a place next to each other on the bench before the house.
entered. I already ... Other.
And from now are friends - me and Mr Mieczyslaw. Mr. Mieczyslaw
counted for myself and ninety three years, and the house a little over a hundred. They were so nearly the same age.
Two years have passed since that meeting. And I'm caught in this extraordinary village and decided to light to remain in it, becoming a piece of land cudnego proprietress of old apple trees and overlooking the lake.
My Solitude. So I called this piece of paradise without water and electricity, far from the civilized world and the beaten path, which so unexpectedly, I have the.
And now I could, staying here in the summer, spend time with Mr. Mieczyslaw, listening to his stories, stories about yourself and your home.
And listen to what was, in fact, Mr Mieczyslaw survived two wars, the homeless, hunger, misery, the next strategy, the uncertainty of tomorrow ... CV, which could be enough for several lifetimes.
And despite such an extremely difficult life, remained cheerful and friendly, and gentle as a child's smile never fails to move his face. Man, what law he did not meet.
and talked about his life and how it came across to the former German clay house and how he then tore up. Sam. From what a few feet. With clay, straw, stones and trees. Uszczelnial Zlepial and moss. And last summer he taught me, and I scrupulously recordable step by step, how to lie down a straw roof. And he gave me his hand made tool for cane lying on its roof.
Tool I have just not put the roof of cane. Maybe someday ... Prone it yet.
And when one day he took out of the closet festive jacket, with suspended its six gold crosses of Merit for the country - was speechless. Mr. Mieczyslaw
-hero. Patriot. And although much has been written about him in the local press, he just did not think. The most important was for him the house and family. And that, in order to survive life with dignity. I survived, with dignity. A merit and splendor, sigh ... It waved his hand, not attaching importance, jealously keeping only the jacket in the closet.
Such a noble and upright man. Eh ... Now, what kind of fashion? Now, people referred to as super or cool. This new nomenclature. And in the village said to be the irony - the old man. And that's it. And no one except me, no longer wants to listen to Mr. Mieczyslaw, wondering what this old man also may have more to say?
A time when the young learn from the older wisdom, have already departed long since forgotten.
And today the village "elders" no longer will not learn anything.
Mr. Mieczyslaw. My teacher. Master. A friend, whom I had the luck to meet.
and how he regretted to hear about waiting longer then I renovation. I very saddened at the thought that will not be able to help me, because forces have left it. Most, however, regretted
myself.
Straw-clay Mieczyslaw house of the Lord, and he on his bench before the house.
... who is very fond of the local kennel and where one could always count on delicious every-bit.
... and for my neighbors fence-Men Male bovine animals.
.... cocks, hay, followed by a field of potatoes and the delicious little warzywek.
.... and a very happy mother, with her handsome offspring in the number of ... Sixteen!
one word: angelic-angelic. A smell of goose dizzy. That is my cup of tea. And I ... oh well ... Absolutely happy ... with nothing ... and bearing absolutely EVERYTHING!
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