Publishers Description:
Have you ever been in a Magic Wood? How it is wonderful to wander among trees at pre-dawn o clock, to listen to a rustle of the foliage on trees, early trill of a nightingale and silent rustle of the butterflies who have risen before all in the Wood! After instant wood is filled with solar light. Easy wind plays with the leave of an unusual plant, which can be found only in the Magic Wood. Near of it, on the old log, elf loved to meet dawn. But now he has a lot of work - the autumn will come soon in the Wood. Elf very much loved to talk to the Butterfly, that each morning arrives here, sits on a sheet and only occasionally flies up, sparkled with her wings. The day comes and the sun rises in zenith, now you can?t see it, and through a crone of trees the Butterfly examines a slice of the light-blue sky and white spot of clouds.
Ah, as quietly and peacefully in the afternoon in the Magic Wood! It would be desirable to lie down on a grass, to stretch hands and to feel, as fresh wind pours by a cool your face. Absolutely beside you the butterflies-gossips flit, always talk without a pause about the last news of a wood. The time in the Magic Wood runs imperceptibly, and already the butterflies run after each other in beams of the sunset.
By evening the Wood changes, as if it?s not green already, but of the colour of the autumn leaves, warm and sad. The sun disappears behind horizon, saying good-bye to the wood inhabitants till the next day. And somewhere in a grass the laborious ants, having interrupted the work, wish to the sun good night. On the black sky the stars come out, and by air instead of the butterflies the fire-flies begin to be carried. Hedgehog crawl in a grass hurrying home - his wife and children wait him. And the Butterfly has departed home, and on her place, on a leaf, sits Night Moth. He flies here every night. The Moth have a dream - he wants to see a Falling Star... And you, don?t forget to dream! In The Magic Wood it?s so simple! |
