The sketch is published in a selection about the hydrogeologist whom, having passed the Urals, Sakhalin, Tyumen, Kuban, located in the settlement Nizhnegorsky, at us in the republic and grows up the strange garden.
The person and it put
The person and it put
… Gennady Gerasimov from Ural comes. There is there such small city of Miass with surprising vicinities on beauty. I once used to know also that wonderful corner of the earth Ural. There mountains as the huge shocks scattered on coast of wood rivulets and lakes, stand, muffling up in emerald covers of the coniferous forests thrown by it the head by a hand of the skillful creator - the nature. There in a cool of water streams sunshine bathe, generously scattering handfuls gold sparks on shaggy river rifts.
… And where you, Gerasimov, incurred hard from such krasotishhi?! Where and what for?
There are people at whom somewhere it is deep, in hiding places of soul the internal voice hides. And he, this voice, constantly somewhere calls, disturbs, hurries …
- You were, you saw? Go, look, after all it is surprising!
Implicitly obeying this internal voice, they break from a familiar spot and rush towards with novel, without giving sometimes to itself the report, why. And you will ask …
- And itself I do not know why – answers my question the interlocutor. – Pulled to Sakhalin, and all here.
On the island it got not at once. After the termination of Miassky geological technical school the newly made hydrogeologist on distribution went to the Kurgan region to look for in the droughty zauralsky steppe water. But the destiny, appear, too listened to its internal voice: got under staff reduction and found in this regard the right of a free choice of a place of work and a residence. "Waved" to Sakhalin.
The island surprised with a collapse of snow under which weight settled Japanese, Korean and Chinese fanzy, framed with the most picturesque woods Susuyey, Taya, Jara – the name of the last on Russian is translated by small rivers as a solar valley. He didn’t cease to be surprised to an abundance of mushrooms, a huge plant borshhevik of which stalk in old times Cossacks mastering the island did boats. To a dogrose, so large and juicy that locals, having chosen seeds, cooked from it jam, an aktinidiya – kolomikte and argute which berries here called a Far East gooseberry, and is more often – raisin, to the burdocks which krupneyushchy leaves reminded ears of an elephant.
On the island he, of course, didn’t look for water. On the contrary participated in drainage of bogs. However and now still remembers taste it. Surprisingly pure, soft water, podstat the spring.
- Amazing – already without irony other my interlocutor Nikolay Maksimov, the person naval serving on Kamchatka confirms, and nowadays the known gardener-opytnik in Jankoi – how many time me in Moscow asked, though a small bottle of Far East beer to bring. It after all from this here the water also became …
And fish, of course – a Siberian salmon, a humpback salmon, a smelled. The rivers boiled, when it went on them on spawning, being splashed out on coast. And a crab Kamchatka – the biggest, belomyasy – a miracle!
The service army was "broken" by Gerasimov on Sakhalin …
Also the destiny in this world wore it. Even during study in practice in Tyumen "ate" its mosquitoes, to Altai sudbina threw.
- Here krasotishha! – remembers – the best place from where happened. The nature – primitive, water in small rivers is pure as a tear: there after all in them gold don’t wash.
While in army served, parents moved to the Crimea. And here exotic of the Crimean earth beckoned it. Arrived to parents in Nizhnegorsky and, appear, now settled forever. But isn’t present, having worked in Kerch hydro-geological party in Crimean geological which conducted shootings under building of hydromeliorative objects, drilled shurfy, defined a hydro-geological condition of water, made hydrological cards, designating in them where the zasoleniye began where what breeds lie, level of underground waters, it jerked to Kuban, there worked, but returned, arranged in Feodosiysky petroinvestigation.
At the thought of that time when looked for oil, it changes again.
- You would see as beats a fountain! Such silishha from under the earth escapes, two-kilometer pipes from a well as matches, it happens, throws out! – he speaks with the mixed feeling of delight and horror – to us it was necessary to fix special barytic solution them.
- Well and here, in Nizhnegorsky, settled after all, what, nomadic life bothered? – I ask it.
- As to you to tell, years, of course, prevail, but not they on the earth pulled one. In democracy revelry, you know after all, everything, than was engaged, suddenly became, it seems, and unnecessary. Earnings fell, and it is necessary to live. Here also solved da’s gardening by floriculture to be engaged.
No, it and here to itself(himself) didn’t change. Also its bent for to opening new, novel was in this case shown. Gradually this aspiration developed into passion of the collector. It was wound through towns and villages in search of strange plants, the rarities, new unique grades. Also hammered together the decent collection, equal which at gardeners – fans of the Crimea, perhaps, you will not find. About 80 grades of an apple-tree, are almost so much de – the pears, eleven – a quince, xenomelis, cimdolyus (an apple-tree and quince hybrid).
- The hawthorn unique got – Chinese-1, reports – krupnoplodny.
- It that, similar to Poyarkova’s hawthorn, whether that?
- Take more abruptly, fruits as a wood apple!…
The mespilus, five types of a mountain ash, cherry plum of grades earlier to me not known, plum, among which grades charuet a krupnost of fruits and taste the Chachaksky greatest.
Among thirty grades of a peach and seven – a nectarine for a long time known the maiden, Kremlin, Krymchanin’s nectarine and little-known – a peach Kazakhstan early, Refreshing, perspective Erli Krest, JSC Sheftali, the Condor, Rilayns, Erli’s nectarines red, Adriatic Sea Is red.
And still almonds, cornels, nuts, sweet cherry, a cherry, a bird cherry, a Sophora, sea-buckthorn berries, a sheferdiya, an aktinidiya, a dogrose, roses, a currant red, black, white, joshta, a gooseberry, a lilac, sekurinega, fifteen grades zizifusa, among which such rare, as Chinese-2A, Vakhigsky, Friendship, date. But also children of subtropics – some grades of a fig, pomegranate. And a mulberry at it extraordinary the Shah – here, Anapa, Simeiz, white, red.
Long time it collected a collection of a winter-hardy persimmon. And now pride it make not only the Russian and Nikitsky claret, but also the most cold-resistant Mider. John Ric, Lantern, Zorka, Goverla.
Raspberry, blackberry, wild strawberry … There are also medicinal herbs: the St. John’s Wort, bags, valeriana, a thyme, ruta, is smothered, a kotovnik, a melissa and a set of flowers.
And in the house at it a myrtle, lemons, tangerines … Than botanical garden! And all this on particles is collected by the person enamoured of the green world. At it only potatoes which is grown up on seeds, to thirty grades.
Why it everything to it? Ask, can and not answer. To understand it it is possible only when you will leave in a yard at his house and on a tiny site – hardly more than two hundred parts – where Gennady in containers grows up saplings of fruit crops and flowers, a rainbow the Passionflower – edible, Huge, Winged, Blue suddenly will flash, with pearls, rubies, sapphires, malachite greens all his flower and shrubby collection will please.
Also it will be thought: and it can and there is that only thing that he looked for, being wound all over the world, appointed to it destiny – to create round itself beauty and to please with it people, to transfer them all from the natural values which have been saved up in years of wanderings in a moneybox of his soul.
Century PASHHENKO, literary editor.