There was an amazing country on a Blue Planet of yore. It had a short and sonorous name - the Nature. Many different inhabitants populated it: there were birds, fish, insects and also trees, grass and very many other happy inhabitants. They lived and felt themselves really happy because their lives passed by means of the true lows of naturalness.

There happened, of course (although, not very often), some thunderstorms, earthquakes, droughts and floods on the Planet. And each time somebody's private fate became unhappy... But then... the time passed, the Nature established order and the life ran its natural course: new generations appeared, the elders gave their experience to the younger, the flowers were in bloom and the fruit matured. The main precept of all the inhabitants in the country was: do not do much harm to the Nature. Certainly, nobody repeated these words every day and every night. The inhabitants of the Nature did not know what the words were. The precept was in their hearts. And in acts.

Therefore beavers prepared as much wood for the constructions, as the forests allowed to not disappear at all. And predators (it wasn't Eden!) did not render an irreparable loss to corpulent herds and even mice, holding those and others in reasonable balance with livelihood, given by the Nature.

Among numerous individuals and families the new beings have appeared once. Nobody, even the new settlers, did not reflect whence they have undertaken and what them has caused. Later somebody said, that the reason to all became a radiation in a zone of great African breaks. Others believed, that these beings were the providence of God. But animals and plants never thought of this. The neighbours lived in the consent with the Nature, respected and even were afraid of other inhabitants. They adapted for life everything that was beside - they lived in caverns, ate that was possible to obtain, drank spring water. And multiplied.

The centuries have passed. The new beings have named themselves as the people. And in general, began to give names to everyone. The world around the people began to consist of things and phenomena having names. And the words, at times, hid true sense of actions of the people.

From the weak and ingenuous people turned into arrogant and smart beings. Their self-conceit was expressed that the people have begun to consider themselves as a wreath of the Nature, and all environmental world as a territory submitting them. They archly named animals as the smaller brothers. Though what was the brotherhood, if the people have learned to exterminate animals in horrifying quantities?! The people haughtily declared: "We can not wait for mercy from the Nature. Our task is to take it". They forgot that taking away the mercy by force was a robbery. And it will never finish good.

And there came not the best times for the Nature. It became ever less useful, it was ever more saved harmful. The Earth, belonging once to green thickets and sparkling brooks, became covered by strange outgrowths. The people named them as the cities. It was noisy, smoky and tight there. And the people gradually turned into unfortunate beings - greed, loneliness, weariness were added to the arrogance. Many from the townspeople forgot as the flowers on the wet meadow smelled after the thunderstorm, what touching eyes newborn deer, kittens, bear-cubs had.

Well, what to say, they have made their food so poorly similar on natural, that their organisms have begun to protest, to be sick, to suffer.

The people doomed the Nature on great tests: the poisoned waters, poisonous air, lifeless ground, dried trees and grass. The sad future was expected to all inhabitants. In short, the people were ready to ruin not only Nature, but also themselves.

And then in a virgin wood - thanks God, such were saved! - representatives of an animal and flora of the Nature met on council, or, as nowadays people like to say, on a conference. As it is spoken, they were delegates.

The agenda had the only one question - how to bring the people (the mankind) to reason?

- To intimidate, - predators growled, - we have teeth and claws. We are ready to go with war.

- To destroy, - snakes hissed, - we have poison. We are ready to go with war.

- To poison, - mushrooms whispered, - we have learned to collect fatally dangerous substances, and to look appetizing. We are ready to go with war.

- We are ready to go with war, - the numerous votes were distributed.

In this noise not at once was heard the melodious warble of a nightingale. And still beauty of its quiet speech bewitched even the most furious participants of the meeting. In the silence this small bird has stated absolutely other opinion.

- The war will not result anything good. The people have tanks, bombs, napalm. They should be rescued! The world of the people suffers from rage, lie and also of illnesses. We should rescue... The people!

- How? How is it possible to make? And what for? - the wondering participants of the meeting asked.

- What for? - the nightingale has responded. - Just think, what goods can be made by men to a Nature - to sow deserts, to help the animal who has got in a trouble, to overcome illnesses, with which the plants suffer. The people can make a Nature happier, you see they have Knowledge. And more the people have Soul. It is necessary for us to address to the Soul. You'll see that the human Soul can give rise to kind feelings.

Well, there was a long conversation in a reserved thicket. And the decision came. It was decided to arrange a place for the people, where all beauty of an alive untouched nature will open to them. And where the people can taste the cleanliness and pleasure from a touch to this beauty and naturalness.

Year after year there would be more people that have visited in this place. And, eventually, those who sincerely esteemed the laws oа the Nature, would be more, than their infringers. They could overcome illnesses of mankind.

- But what is the way to carry out this plan?

- We need a man that understands the Nature. Then he will understand us. He will help us and all the people. Such man comes here every year. I feel Soul. In the following season I shall try to pass our plan to his Soul. Let he will count this idea as his own one. Also he will tell about it to all the people. He is the man strong, he will think up, what it is necessary to make, - the old seal has offered.

- The people you see can not live like animals. Let's prompt to our man to build a dwelling, which will protect the people from a wind and snow, - the seal has picked up. Let them come to our edges, to live how they have got used - in heat and care. And thus they will see by the eyes, as we live. When the people see, as are touching and defenseless ours children are, as the ground blossoms, as the not poisoned sea is rich - the desire to save this surprising kind world will wake up in their souls.

- So I understand: if we want people to became our friends, and in a result have made itself happier, it is necessary to wake their feelings, kind feelings, - the voice of a nightingale again has sounded. - Believe, it is possible. Each of us, no matter what family was he or she from, should try and present the people pleasure: someone will show children, someone will present the people milk, and someone the songs. And let people do not know, that the reserve for their soul is our idea. They are children, let's concern to them indulgently and carefully.

    Epilogue. On a coast of the White sea the settlement of the people has appeared in a virgin wood. It has received a name Summer Zolotitsa according to the name of the river. And nobody guesses, that it is the beginning of the great plan of the inhabitants of the country of the Nature to rescue the mankind.

Have you ever been there?

The author: N.E. Solovyova