Listening 6
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And you saw the milky way long ago? in the city illuminated by a set of lamps, advertizing dusty and gas-polluted cars, in general there is no sense to raise eyes to the sky and to try to find stars. and they shine as thousands shone thousands years ago as shone the prophet moisey when he on tables received a precept from god as shone christ and pushkin as shone our parents. the same constellations it is visible today and we. the head is turned if very long to look in the night sky. when we are happy or in love, eyes in admiration rise to stars, to unearthly light, to pure and silent blinking incomprehensibly beautiful and infinite. this beauty gets into depth of soul and all around as though disappears. somewhere near the heart becomes silently and solemnly. once the first stars were shown me by the father. to me was years 5, at night on the street i held it by a hand, and it, looking up, told: "look at the sky, you see 7 brightest stars, on what they are similar? " i offered the most incomprehensible options, connecting the shining points among themselves and when the father told that these stars remind a ladle and are called the big dipper – all doubts, a ladle disappeared, well is exact! – and where a little she-bear if there is a big? – count from one of the ends of a ladle the distance equal to five distances between points in the sky, you will see the brightest and big star is polar, all stars "turn" round it, and it "costs", and in there from the pole star the constellation of small medveditsa begins, look, – and the father showed me patiently until i definitely understood where that in the sky. then there were other constellations, but i still look for the first in the night sky. the astronomy was a favourite lesson in the 10th class. and now this subject isn't present at all. the day before yesterday, in the sky over baikal, i saw in all beauty almost forgotten milky way – shine of billions of small and large stars and asterisks scattered as dust on the dark sky as a path in novel and fine. look at the sky, raise eyes to stars, rise to them by height, after all "if stars light, it means to somebody it is " (vl. mayakovsky), let it will be necessary and to us sometimes forgetting about unearthly.