Zelenaya Zemlya

The appearance in today's literature named Evgeniy Kliuev reminds me of a story about the gardener.

Hard-working and single master for many years to cultivate his outlandish garden: flowers restless, fragile greenhouse knock falling fruits and grateful rustling leaves. At each step there is man-made wonders. Hand to obscuring from the sun, gardener, glancing at the sky. This is his normal life, the theatre for himself, and once he had no reason to boast. He serves his garden. But one day - w...