Dawn in the steppe


A deep night covered the ground with its black hat. Even the crickets were silent, not finishing their cheerful songs. It’s so quiet that you can hear the warm smoke from our fire touching the trusting leaves of the acacias. We are silent, listening to the crackling of burning wood.

Night in the steppe. In my heart – peace and endless openness to the world. My friends and I came here to meet the sunrise.

Above the head is a scattering of untold treasures. Someone’s generous hand threw coins, precious stones and whole ingots of gold high into the sky so that they forever stuck to the sky, a daughter of smeared tar. The yellow blind eye of the moon stared down at our camp, and from this glance the shivers run down my spine. Such an attentive, arrogant and overwhelmingly huge moon you will never see in the city. From this gaze the stars break from the sky and, having found their long-awaited freedom, are carried away beyond the horizon. Stars are wanderers,

pilgrim stars. Stars, similar to people and at the same time completely different.

A light wind touches the feather grass, the grass smokes, and their fragrant aroma, like the sleep of a soothing earth, rises. And in the sky, in the sky, summer smells merge into a milky-white translucent river, which spilled, crossed the sky into two parts. This is the Milky Way.

Some pallor gradually spreads across the sky, dulling the light of the stars. Silhouettes of the asleep trees with dark ghosts loomed in the gleams of the fire. The moon starts to scramble horribly behind the horizon. It’s brightening.

Slowly, slowly, the night retreats, taking with him a fragrant silence. The whistle and trills of waking birds fill the steppe with a ringing invisible life. Waiting hung in the air: now… now… Another second – and the sun will appear.

But no, the sun is an actor, a great master to withstand pauses. It’s already quite light, but my heart is beating uneasily: not everything is yet, the main thing is ahead. Do not get distracted, do not miss the moment!

Here it is! A huge heavy scarlet sun slowly and majestically rises from beyond the horizon. It does not hurry – there is a long day ahead. The sun is generous, giving life-giving light to all life on earth, instantly turns the steppe into a wide golden dish. The magic liquid apple hangs over us, and we are silent, deafened by its solemn majesty.


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Dawn in the steppe