– What’s this? – she asked.
Battle. No… It’s war
Asphalt roadway, paved on both sides for pedestrians, roadway which leading to a place that belongs to me. Place where I wrote «Home» – a poem that entered the culture of mankind, having a tremendous impact on public consciousness.
Moon was burning while remaining light of the fading day was almost extinguished. My course was towards the sun, northwest course. Young shepherds with goats walked and passed by as if from the pages of children’s fairytale. Autumn comes earlier here. Leaves by falling down generate an orange foundation, which looks similar to Persian carpet in Brodsky's anteroom.
Christmas tree was torn out together with its roots by strong winds. This fir tree was looking at the rest trees on a small height left to fall, grabbing for wire-lines of street lighting by its prickly branches. Beauty, tragedy. Nature sacrifices itself, making fir tree as a simple soldier to strike down the infrastructure of homo sapiens. Battle. No… It’s war. How beautiful is here. I sat down on my favorite bench and took out fruits from my bag.
– You can’t be here, – someone said.
I turned back and looked at the man:
– You want me to leave?
– It’s prohibited to stay here.
– But I came here.
This security keeper watched his phone and started to push buttons furiously, calling the police or something. I couldn’t sit here with comfort and write masterpieces like «Home» while surrounded with such nonsense. I went away, eating my fruits.
They took away my freedom of choice, they want to steal 1 year of my life in the army, they’ve already taken 13 years of external education for the sake of a certificate and two diplomas, they took a lot from me, and I could bear with it.
But now this country was trying to take my favorite place away – my secret corner of a brilliant writer. I couldn't believe it. Do this to me?
Well, the great ones have always been treated cruelly. I should get used to the hardships. On my way back I ate plums, some of them were sweet. I missed for being alone. At the same time, if someone would call me now, I would agree to meet. Looking at the cars passing by, I wanted to see a familiar one and wave my hand. Being mistaken in the prerequisites, I decided to go to the forest.