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, t...