Cimeiz Dream

HELLO MY FELLOW FRIENDS & DEEPHOUSE LOVERS! …There is Crimea on a peninsula, in an inconceivably wonderful and sun place, on his South coast, a beautiful little town lies uniquely under the name Simeiz. This place is full ancient legends, myths and histories, it is gap-filling the inconceivable interlacing of cultural inheritance of the most various ancient civilizations. Simeiz deeping in an always green pine-needle, satiating the same air by such marvellous aroma, that, it would seem, what next will do the pair of deep inhalations, and will live always, as well known immortal hero Dunkan Macleod. First time I trapped to Simeiz by a late summer evening at the end of August, finding oneself in the main street, gap-filling inconceivable motion and drive, fires, still human din, loud laughter, fervent screaming, navy blue nightly sky and bright moonlight. Air, gap-filling the bitterish aroma of ubiquitous pine-needle, measured went up on a foot-hill, driven in the most fresh breeze which blew directly from the sea… I stood among crowd, and it seemed that fully, fully dissolved in it, and I did not want to return back, in the initial state, that again will find oneself in loneliness, in private with the own world and ideas… There was nothing gloomy in the soul, depressed, oppressive, all that is a characteristic to force our modern cities. I as though countermarched in time, in the stormy youth, when life was cloudless and merry, and the future promised the most iridescent prospects…And now, after many months, it the state and this place sometimes dreams me, dreams brightly, colourfully, to unendurable sharp pain in the soul, beckoning to itself, and this call is felt stronger than all exactly then, when night comes. I want to devote this small set this remarkable place and that fairy-tale atmosphere which constantly is in him – in fact actually my soul already constantly is in Simeize, only on 11 months moving temporally in the place of present distribution…