AUTUMN SONATA

We are following the path of our garden in the village of Tsinandali, which is located near the manor Chavchavadze princes of Kakheti, which is associated with many magnificent and at the same time the tragic events in the history of Georgia. Right here spent a happy week after their wedding A.Griboedov and N.Chavchavadze. It was here before leaving for home, M. Lermontov has received from the hands of Nina the gift - a dagger once owned to the creator of the immortal comedy.

My God! How became deserted our old garden! Autumn throws under our feet the gold of its fallen leaves. They rustle under our feet still not fully faded. More recently they were young, light-green. Behind the trees is flaming the blackberry bush. What a lovely sight it is, in its maroon-purple robes. Here is pavilion, covered with ivy, where you first confessed of love to me. It was so cute, fervently and youthfully. You presented me with chrysanthemums - my favorite autumn flowers. I like to put them in a vase on the piano. They stood there for a long time without fading. I fingered Russian romance "Faded chrysanthemums" on the keys of a piano and remembered everything ... Memories wove a canvas, troubled my soul. They were of my treasure and were helping me in difficult moments of life, when you were not near to me:

"Long ago were faded

Chrysanthemums in the garden

But the love still is living

In my poor sick heart ... "

But now in this happy moment, we go together, tightly squeezing fingers of each others. Here are the glass doors that are opened to the garden. We run up the stairs and find ourselves in the living room, decorated in a retro style. Crystal chandelier plays with all colors of the rainbow. Today is our day! The glass of sparkling champagne, romance A.Vertinsky:

"Thank you my dear friend,

For our secret rendezvous,

For the unforgettable words

And for ardent confession.

They, like bright lights,

Are burning in my storm.

For these golden days

Of stolen happiness! "

But today is our day, and you are carrying me away up on the snow-white clouds, where so want to cry and to laugh ... At that moment is so sharpened the sense of beauty - this is itself the breath of life …