Silent and starlit night. How it is wonderful after a difficult, hard working day to find yourself on a marvelous coast, where the fire burns. Whom and when it was lit by? What difference, it’ll burn so long as you will come here, to look as little tongues of the flame dance on an easy wind, to look as the sparks rise in the air and die away, and to think of something that by all means good. The ancient considered, that observing how the fire burns it is necessary to think only of good things. Or it is possible simply to dream. Sometimes it seems that the fire tries to tell you something, and then, look attentively, try to understand its words, maybe it something prompts to you? Or it wants to tell the history? And when you, sitting on the log and throwing up the twigs in the fire, suddenly will feel sights of hundreds stars, be not surprised, they just look together with you in fire and see there the embodiment of their dreams. Have you ever mused on what the stars to dream? Well, I’ve spoken to you, it is a surprising coast and all is possible here. On slightly rocking water the lunar path was stretched, and who knows, maybe when you’ll leave, the lunar men will run on it and, taking a seat on the log as well as you, will look in the fire, fascinated and dreamy. You know, on the moon they don’t have the fire, and they also dream, as you, as the stars. And they see something in this primitive dancing of the fire, and it also tells them the stories. On this really wonderful coast all is unusual. The stars, the moon and the slice of the sea, and, of course, the fire can tell you about something amazing, is necessary only to look, to not miss that moment, when they begin to speak with you and among themselves. Also don’t forget, each time coming on this coast, to think only of the best you have.