Long searches of a wood stream nevertheless have crowned success - not the notable, thrown parcel, overgrown with youth and filled up by the fallen pines, has led taki to a river Jushutka. Thin and winding, like a string, he twisted between dense pine forests. The bottom is all in sandy, sunny rabbits, and in the middle there is an islet - and all in forest colors. Blue sky is almost never seen; a continuous emerald-leafy tunnel with fluttering, unknown butterflies and rockers - and a circle of heavenly twitter and the nightingale of the nightingale. Well, not a river, but a work of art of Faberge: also gold, emeralds and malachites, but everything is alive!