Moon

Was it a dream or an hour of mysterious night life, which is so similar to a dream? It seemed to me that the sad autumn moon had been floating over the earth for a long time.and that the hour of rest from all the worldly lies and vanity of the day has come.
It seemed to me that every corner, to the last beggarly corner, the whole small town fell asleep. I was then living in the southernmost city in the world, the city of Ushuaia, in the south of Argentina.this is the edge of the world.

I slept for a long time and finally the dream slowly moved away from me, like a caring doctor, my dream left me..I woke up, opened my eyes, smiled a shy and joyful smile of returning to life...When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in the quiet and bright kingdom of night.....

I quietly got up and walked on the carpet in the room and went to the window..Oh, what a strange night it was! It was already late, almost the hour before dawn. and while I was sleeping, here, in this alien world of sky, fog and sea, a gentle, lonely and always sad moon rose. deep night reigned..it's exactly the same night as it was five, ten thousand years ago..
The fog was crowded around and it was creepy to look at it.it looked like something like a mystical vision. Something apocalyptic stood in this night, something unearthly, and full of silent mystery.; The moon was surprisingly close to the earth and looked straight into my face.the moon looked into my face with her sad and impassive expression.

The one I loved then, my wife, was sitting in an armchair at the very extreme window in the room.she was dressed all in white, looking like a girl, pale and beautiful.she was tired of everything we had been through and that so often made us evil and merciless enemies.

Why didn't she sleep that night, too?

I walked over to her and sat down next to her, avoiding looking into her eyes...I continued to admire that night. My thoughts returned to the distant, almost forgotten autumn nights that I had seen as a child. There, in my homeland, the moon looked under my roof in the Vladimir region, where I spent the very first years of my life.It was there, when I was still a little boy, that I first learned and fell in love with this gentle and pale face of the moon. I mentally left Argentina and for a moment I imagined the whole of Russia.
; ; ; ; I remembered her Vladimir pine forests, endless fields, swamps, plains.I remembered my stable, my favorite horses. I remembered the whole Vladimir region that raised me when I was still a child.I remembered that house by moonlight, where I lived as a child..Is this really the same moon that once looked into my nursery?is this really the same moon that saw me as a child, then as a teenager?

As a child, I solved the mystery of the moon.This is the great thing that is usually called Death, as it looked into my children's eyes.I met her, death, calmly and understood like this; as a person should... Is this really the same moon that is sad with me now about my failed youth?...
What does this moon need from me now?
what did the moon tell me?
where was the moon calling me?
what did the moon remind me of?

I thought about what had always attracted me to myself - about all the ancient people who lived on this earth, whom this moon had seen all of them. Surely all these people always seemed so small and similar to each other to the moon.surely, the moon does not even notice the disappearance of some person from the earth.

But tonight, now, in Argentina,; I didn't understand the silent secrets of the moon.as in general, I stopped understanding everything that happens in my life. I am completely alone and I do not know why I exist. And why this strange night? And most importantly - why is all this not simple, but full of some deep and mysterious meaning.

So, bewitched by the silence of the night, the like of which never happens on earth, I gave myself into its full power ...
- why are you not sleeping? -My wife suddenly asked in a timid voice..
she asked me, as always, in Spanish.Russian was very difficult for her.she only knew привет, как дела?
It hurt and sweetly pricked my heart that she was the first to turn to me after a long and persistent silence.

- I don't know... and you? And again we were silent for a long time. The moon sank lower and lower and just completely looked into our room.
"I'm sorry," -; I said to her and came closer to her. She didn't answer and covered her face with her hands.

I took her hands, took them away from her eyes. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her eyebrows were trembling like a child's. I knelt down at her feet and pressed my face against her.she and I cried. - it's all my fault! - she whispered to me.and she smiled through her tears with a joyful and bitter smile.

And I told her that we were both to blame.because we both violated the commandment of joy, for which we must live on earth.

And we made love the rest of the night.we made love, as only those who suffered together, erred together, but also experienced rare moments of truth together can love.

And only the pale, sad moon saw our fleeting happiness.