{"id":44,"date":"2008-12-26T15:10:56","date_gmt":"2008-12-26T10:10:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/?p=44"},"modified":"2009-01-07T15:02:42","modified_gmt":"2009-01-07T10:02:42","slug":"her-majesty-the-water-%e2%80%93-the-queen-of-life-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/?p=44","title":{"rendered":"HER MAJESTY THE WATER \u2013 THE QUEEN OF LIFE (part 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Autor: by Alexander Fainberg<\/strong>
\nAuthorized translation: by Sergei Zubkov<\/strong>
\nIllustrations: by Leyla Basharova<\/strong><\/p>\n

Deep boom-sounds
\nRing out their way.
\nThe Earth is blazing.
\nIslands are in fire.
\nSea water is boiling away.
\nBoth \u2013 North and South Poles are
\nenveloped in jerks
\nof flame-colored blizzards,
\nRushing over centuries-old icebergs.<\/p>\n

Deep boom-sounds
\nRing out their way.
\nIt\u2019s not an inferno\u2019s
\nmushroom is rising
\nlike a hunted beast at bay. –
\nWe see a tremendous blazing Cross.<\/p>\n

Christ – the Savior – with thorns crowned
\nIs mournfully looking down
\nAt disastrous development
\nOf human\u2019s Environment.<\/p>\n

CHRIST\u2019S RISEN! Christus surrexit! Vere surrexit! *<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Good God! Two thousand years. And how many millenniums had passed before A.D.? Have we grown wiser? No we have not! We – cultivating in ourselves wicked rapacity \u2013 do not prohibit hunt for living creatures as a kind of some game-sport, but not as means of subsistence. Here it is \u2026slavery in the souls. Wolves \u2013 getting in our flocks where everything is easily available \u2013 kill ships and reindeers, not being hungry. The easy meat complex enters into force. And Life returns this evil for degradation. Wolves having got accustomed to such like carnage, when getting into in natural environment, fail to catch up with a savage deer. This is what happens to people too. I have fallen in love with the book \u201cDon\u2019t cry \u201cWolves\u201d\u201d written by an English biologist Farley Mowat.<\/p>\n

The book is not about humanizing of wolves. It\u2019s about the truth of life \u2013 of reality where people behave as if they were alien extraterrestrials \u2013 they, after having read information on Farley\u2019s research work in Canadian tundra, did not believe the scientist-practitioner and started acting like absolute imbeciles. I might have been a more striking idiot recommending all of my acquaintances to read the book. It turns out they are reluctant to follow my advice \u2013 too busy to go to pains reading. Much less pain and trouble people would face if they could comprehend Farley M.! Only a single step towards conceiving the essence of nature of the Earth might accomplish that which could not be attained through benefits stolen by human robbers ransacking the planet. It is not a matter of wolves. The matter is that Human Race should not tolerate passing Laws making thievery and depredation legal. Is it so that publicity of expressing opinions granted to most clever men by governmental power will remain a voice crying in the wilderness?\u2013 as my bosom friend Seva Vilthcek used to say.
\nWe ought to learn from Nature to be wise \u2013 that is to cultivate sense of harmony in consuming benefits granted by Nature.
\n
\nWhat\u2019s next! I hate proponents of arts \u2013 even most endowed with a variety of talents \u2013 if for the purpose of creating their works of art they kill a living thing. An inevitable punishment will be inflicted on that man \u2013 never mind whatever great master one can be (painters, sculptors, film-producers, etc.) \u2013 because the mission of artists is to introduce kindness and compassion into the world.<\/p>\n

A valley was fired by a double-barreled gun.
\nSnowstorm went up from under the claws.
\nThe cage is empty \u2013 animal has gone.
\nTaiga is defenseless \u2013 there are no laws.<\/p>\n

You level the camera\u2019s viewfinder
\nAt bared teeth of a big dead wolf.
\nYou\u2019re self-assured, self-satisfied.
\nThe animal\u2019s trembling in spastic pulls<\/p>\n

The film reflects amber-colored eyes
\nwith deadly look at the red rising sun.
\nYour easy hunt\u2019s a success \u2013 no surprise!
\nSnowflakes add luster to the killing fun.<\/p>\n

Pretty girlfriend with a rifle is posing
\nnext to the poor vanquished victim,
\nWearing a stylish fur coat and gold ring,
\nas if a member of the hunting team.<\/p>\n

And in the film studio with no hue and cries
\nA Chief accountant doing daily rounds
\nScheming remittance to a timber enterprise,
\ntrying to run with hare and with hounds.
\n\u2026The wolf is dead. Conifer\u2019s got frozen.
\nA wad is oozing smoke at your bloody feet.
\nName which next festival will be chosen
\nto treat spectators with your crazy film.<\/p>\n

Where will you win your laureate title?
\nWill sea resorts set flood projectors on you?
\nSparkles of diamond cuff-links are vital.
\nThey reflect taiga tears, Nature knows it\u2019s true.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

But God be thanked! Not everything belongs to the timber enterprise. There remains Water on the planet. It cannot be caged or executed. And instead of looking for methods to use violence against Water, isn\u2019t it better to worship purity of this bounty of Nature to glance at your own reflection and realize how much good and benefit it can bring to human beings!<\/p>\n

High spirits of mountain rivers
\nare not in moonlit deep dreams.
\nThey\u2018re happy in clouds crushed
\nin pieces
\nIn mad wild water streams.<\/p>\n

There is joy, there is fierce
\nAnd perpetual, frenzy race
\nAnd clusters of icy peas
\nGot hurled into the face.<\/p>\n

Thrust in the blue with its cool stone head
\nThe rock has been guarding the river-bed.
\nClouds of water – rooted to ground,
\nCheerful rainbows jingle pebbles aloud.<\/p>\n

Let granite slopes be fraught with risk,
\nGravel screams of taking no chance,
\nTo climb or drop from abyss cornice,
\nIn ruptures thrilled of this gamble trance.<\/p>\n

Thrilled by water splashes on a boulder,
\nRunning around like a naughty child,
\nBumping into resilient waves – icy scald,
\nConcurrently pleasing and warmly mild.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

However, while in the mountains one ought to keep in mind that here nights come almost in the twinkling of an eye. And then give a futile try to find at least a single spring on hill-slopes. Three horses, growing more torpid by thirst than people, have rushed to a flume fool of water. Three wonderful muzzles have fallen down into this stone flume made by experienced highlanders. But horses are not allowed water immediately after hard journey. They \u2013 flushed up by the climb \u2013 should have a rest for a couple of hours to cool themselves down under saddles with loosened belly-bands. And only after the rest they may drink as much as they can. How could they wait for so long?! They are swallowing water like crazy camels. And what is most interesting that we ourselves, having jumped from the saddles, start guzzling this blessed water from the flume.
\nSleeping bags granted us oblivion till 5 a.m… And at five o\u2019clock, sunbeams gaily wake us up. And off we go, once again. It takes all forenoon long to get to the destination point \u2013 our survey site. Transit compass operation takes ten minutes. It takes the whole afternoon to get to the next point. There \u2013 below \u2013 one can see a turbulent river. Both \u2013 the horses and people got parched lips. Thirst\u2026Thirst\u2026
\nWhen we return in ten days to the camp, we – first thing jump down from the saddles and drown our snouts in the river. Swallows\u2026long swallows. And with open eyes submerged in water I see mirage images of horses drinking and looking at me \u2013 horses beautiful and grateful for being granted this flash of luck.
\nBut all these reminiscences are referred to mountain terrain. And how about looking at fluctuating mirage images in desert wilderness?
\nWe \u2013 four topographers \u2013 are dragging along red sands of the Kyzyl Koom desert**. Torturing Thirst personified is craving for water. All of a sudden, we see a well at the sand-dune hill foot where there is a triangulation tower pointing at the sultry sky. And it turns out to be not desiccated. What a stroke of luck! We crank a handle. A bucket dropping down falls with a plop on water. Our eyes are brightening up. The winch is squeaking. The scorching chain is tinkling.
\nAnd at last here it is \u2013 the longed for crumpled bucket \u2013 with water. But terrible smell of rotten stuff repels all of us. Hands could not be sunken in such disgusting liquid! Burial breathing itself emanating from graves of the mazar*** located not far off has filled the crumpled bucket.
\nHeat from the sky is 50C above zero, and temperature of the scorching sand is plus 70C. You belong to the Sun. It is frying you
\non a red-hot pan.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>
\nNo nesting sites for birds.
\nNo resting place for men.<\/p>\n

Giant lizards cover up their tracks with long tails.
\nPlane-tables and maps cracked, as well as lips and face.<\/p>\n

Mirage is playing in your eyes under a felt hat\u2019s brims.
\nYou count figures and check theodolite-level trims.<\/p>\n

To hell with cities! These endless yellow sands
\nare ancient countries,
\nwhere you – a lonely Egyptian girl – roaming
\nthrough centuries.<\/p>\n

Your boyfriend \u2013 a rod man \u2013 is looking from under
\nrust-colored eyebrows.
\nHe\u2018s under a rod\u2026 like ants carrying home
\nsmall straws.<\/p>\n

Back at the camp, there are packs on camels\u2019 humps.
\nFall down to drink \u2013 water\u2019s boiling on human tongues.<\/p>\n

In the tent \u2013 among tripods and T-squares
\nstained with ink.
\nThe next birthday party is in full swing.<\/p>\n

You touch guitar strings after festive drinks.
\nThe moon\u2019ll rise in arid deserts as if
\nabove the seas.<\/p>\n

* Latin translation.<\/h6>\n
** Kyzyl Koom is the vast desert in Central Asia notorious for its extremely continental climate.<\/h6>\n
*** An ancient necropolis in Central Asia.<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Autor: by Alexander Fainberg Authorized translation: by Sergei Zubkov Illustrations: by Leyla Basharova Deep boom-sounds Ring out their way. The Earth is blazing. Islands are in fire. Sea water is boiling away. Both \u2013 North and South Poles are enveloped in jerks of flame-colored blizzards, Rushing over centuries-old icebergs. Deep boom-sounds Ring out their way. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=44"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=44"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=44"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cawater-info.net\/all_about_water\/en\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=44"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}