The story about the person who has grown up a garden as a hobby is published.
GARDEN SOUL my
The soul of the person is so fragile what to keep its originality and originality it is possible only constantly caring of it. Here and my interlocutor, Victor Mikhaylovich, lives in constant care of the soul. On a personal plot at it in the village Labour the Simferopol area the magnificent garden which is divided into two parts grew: fruit and berry cultures grow in one of them, and in another … get to flower paradise. As a certain similarity of border of these two parts the wide, sound yard with an arch covered with grapevines acts. And it as the gardener speaks, a garden as a hobby. As a hobby the person, long pining in a shakhtovy vault and escaped, at last, to light, in the world of greens and flowers.
Irrepressible, active nature of this person let’s to it calm down. Constantly he makes something. One of its last inventions papavoz – own hands the designed adaptation for grapes harvesting.
You pass on a site, and it seems that got to the unreal fantastic world. The majority of trees in a garden – dwarfish, but thus high-yielding. It and a dwarfish nut an Ideal, with own hand imparted pears and apple-trees. A gooseberry and a blackberry at the owner the bezshipny.
I look on a neighbour’s site – all earth is covered with medvedka subways. And at Victor Mikhaylovich it smooth, without a uniform rytvinka.
– All secret in beer. You leave it on a bottom in a glass bottle., you fasten a neck it a gauze and you earth. Medvedka vygryzaet a gauze, and having got drunk, can’t get out outside – the owner of a garden imparts experience.
We pass to a flower bed, and there … klematisy, shrouding with violet laces the house, under house windows – Major Gagarin – is also such grade of roses – and here to you and a coral surprise – a rose with flowers of a coral stone.
Amicably saplings of the various countries get on with each other on Victor Mikhaylovich’s site: the Georgian Dzhopzholi, a limonnik Chinese from an Ussuriisk taiga, the Samarkand grapes Rizomat.
Most of all I was struck by a huge fir-tree with a set of the young cones, growing in a house yard.
– This house is built in the territory of the former tractor brigade. Therefore the earth all greasy was. The fir-tree long didn’t get accustomed. Only for the tenth year there were young shishechka – Victor Mikhaylovich tells me, with affection stroking soft needles.
– I after all miner by training. All youth worked in Krasnolimanovsky mine. Here also I can not inhale in any way clean air – Victor Mikhaylovich speaks.
And air in its garden really pure, curative, the real holiday for lungs.
It is felt that soul at the owner light, and hands gold. All of them, his hands, here made on mind, with taste, and on a science.
– And as, – he speaks – books on gardening and wine growing I read. Especially to liking textbooks of the candidate of agricultural sciences of Vladimir Vlasovich Shevchenko.
I open books, and all of them with donative inscriptions to the skillful amateur gardener.
It is established in Victor Mikhaylovich’s house and the personal computer connected to the Internet.
– I play with the computer chess, I learn through it about new achievements of science and technology. It is impossible after all to come off the world of advanced technologies – he speaks.
The room window in which the computer is established, leaves in a yard. And under a window Lunotsvet at night blossoms. And all during such moments seems any vain, unnecessary, and it is possible to think of soul …
E. GORYUNOVA, specialist of department of advertizing and promotion