It is necessary to think

 
      
     New Year's holidays have terminated in the northern  parallels of the Globe. It is time to have a walk along the forest. 
     If for a long time I was not in the winter wood,  then … why could not I take skis more soon, could not go by bus  to the final stop?  Here, if to get over  the wide highway, absolutely near there was the pine forest, where any old trees adjoined to the hazel grove.
     Today nobody will travel here on foot. But there is  -  oh, there is not an asphalt path!  -  just a deep ski-track.
     If you love wide glades in a spacious pine forest, then can develop speed such, what you wish. It was a lot of snow in the last year’s winter, and  for one day I had pleasure to pass through the wood so many kilometers,  how many I could pass for three days in the summer.
     So, I stand on the skis, start to push myself forward by the ski's sticks, I go quite briskly and herewith  do not forget to notice: there a squirrel regaled itself with pine cones in the top of the tree, here a woodpecker took pains to swot an aspen, trying to reach up to larvae, which had greater desire to be all winter under a bark. In the wood it is a lot of any insects always in old trunks, especially in rotten.
     This woodpecker knows, that it is necessary to make to its beak every day. It, big and sharp, has to create regularly: rat-tat! Without a nourishment  the hardworking bird will not be here, forasmuch as its loud beak is  making  a lot of the helpful for rescue of local trees  from  some harmful insects.
     You can judge both so, and in a different way, however ten years ago there was a classy snow in the winter wood always. Therefore all ski walks were posh, and they knew for themselves no special natural displeasures. As to natural today's troubles...  what do  they consist in?
     They are in that:  year after year apposite frosts  go off from the high  -  also middle - latitudes of Globe.
     It becomes on our planet more, than heat, for this reason  many present  fanciers of ski walks  vail with pleasure to  remembrances about former snow abundance.
     When I  recollect the former days in January, my runs along the pine wood, at once it wanted to me to become the adherent of a reliable ski-track. I turn into the person, which is ready selflessly, greedily to extol winter.
     This season, to tell the truth, is worthy in order that any story-teller would have a great interest  to narratives about perturbations in our nature, also about changes in behaviour of animals.
     Frosts were sometimes severe. But winter time managed to create remarkable miracles,  forasmuch as allowed to terrestrial flora and fauna to show a good adaptability  to colds. For corroboration of this mind there are many facts in various spheres of our life.
     Who does not know:  frosts stimulate us?  It is possible for them really to stop even  an epidemic of influenza, is not it?
     Let's admit, you are an elderly person. Really can the age be a hindrance for you and can prevent to feel  yourself in a winter coldness unexpectedly by young and vigorous man?
     As soon as the first snow  begins to drop after  autumnal rains, for some reason at once all world  becomes festive, joyful.
     Whiteness of fields gratifies your eyes.  Games of children  -  how they play snowballs  -  are gleeful for all of us, for our watchings. Skates and skis  -  it is not possible to say in a different way  -  beseech directly: their owners  have  not to forget to take a walk, to run for a while,  if now weathers are such capable.
     These supervisions concern to the time of weathers in January, when our sun is in the middle of its heavenly way, however let me return to my wellknown pine trees. I think, they know me not less, than I know them.  We met though in October, though in July. Without effort I can recognize trunks with the thick bark of colour of red copper, also am aware far-flung green tops from old years.
     The trees with sharp needles I notice from afar. To espy them it is easy,  in the winter and in the summer the crowns of pines have always one color.
     I push  myself forward by the sticks of the skis assiduously, and herewith roll along a ski-track with all possible speed. I have not  time to look back, and here it is in front of me already the end of the wood.
     What must I make now?  If  to take and to be rolled  in a clean field?
     Here impulses of a strong wind, flying from a hill, will be felt by the skier. And they, certainly, are felt by him.
     Yes, not the today's frost disturbs me: it is just flaccid. Under my sweater the wind blows regularly, therefore I reflect with anxiety: whether is  it possible for skier to add speed?
     Be brave! Do your step more fast and more wide, the skier!
     Is it possible to add  a little of speed? It is.
     I run, as a whirlwind,  along the pure field, then go to a hill. And here the fast ski-track comes already to an end. I am close to a village, that stands near a spruce-grove,  where a small river calmly rills.
     Oh, the village is familiar to the fast skier! I was among these houses once.
     Soon it became clear for the guest:  the local school was in front of him. It was not too big, but there was a lot of children here. In the suburb of the settlement the pupils had a garden, forasmuch as they wanted to cherish here both apple-trees, and bushes of  blackcurrant.
     Now it is a high time to apple-trees in a school garden to test invigorating force of a frost. That would be very convenient. It is not necessary to be surprised:  in the further, without a today’s cold, they will feel themselves badly.  Such training is necessarily for all local trees.

     From the beginning of autumn they start to get it, accumulating special substances in trunks and in branches. The superfluous moisture goes out from trunks and branches gradually, differently the tree can  be exploded  inside, when there will be a frost in the winter.
     This training does not come to an end in November.
Already standing without foliage, our favourite apple-tree -  even on a severe wind  -   continues to increase a length of roots in the ground.
     Not an obstacke for such business is a deep layer of a soil, where any ice is not present.
     It is always naturally for them to be lengthened under this white thick shelter.
     If to shake a tree, branches begin  to knock, touching each other. A kind  is quite lifeless. But, be assured, the apple-tree breathes  herewith deeply  and gives drudgingly a moisture through a bark  to air. It is good, when frosts intensify  gradually. Then the tree will have time to exhale all surplus of water from  capillary tubules.
     It means, I stand. To me it  wanted  to have a rest, forasmuch  as it is necessary to the skier to relax after the fast walk.  What are my ideas about?  Already  we  have the middle of the winter, and a real frost  was not up to now. Today it is the same history: temperature of air is hardly below zero.
     « It’s  a trouble! Again  it has become warmer in the wood.  Now  I see not the winter, but just the summer in a winter dress. This all  is not similar to weathers of a century, previous, more cold. »
     The strong air-blast has pounced, has struck trees. They, as if in tact to my thoughts,  have solved to knock with branches: " Really it is January!?  In February there is a strong fall in temperature usually.  What will be then? We shall perish without serious training! "
     I look at apple-trees in  the garden, which stands close to the school.  It would be advisable to help trees.  How can local pupils do it? 
     Some behoof will be for apple-trees , if to wind trunks round, also the bases of skeletal branches, by a paper.  For this purpose  a dense paper will be just good.  It will be more  cosily to our favourite trees, when in February all these winds, very cold, will want to blow stronger.
    
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     You are to agree, that it is a lot of anxiety to all of us from  such strange rise in temperature on the Earth!
Necessarily you will reflect:  does not the unexpected take place on our planet?  Yes, today there are things, which need in assiduous cogitation.
     If it is so, then it is necessary to us to begin  the retrospection from such reason: a century goes after a century, all of them go not very fast after  the last glacial epoch, and diverse events, of course, take place  in lives of people, and they, these  happenings, are at times rather surprising.
     But the phenomenon, which can be defined as illogical absence of events, is interesting also.  What can be spoken here by me about?
There is such estimation or simply such  opinion at some people:  a lot of years  -  anyway rather more, than ten thousands  -   the nature of the Earth does not afford to notice the nature of the man. In that sense it does not pay  attention to us, that our physical essence remains obdurate. That is to say this essence remains substantially constant, and herewith it is not clear, why.
The nature of our planet undergoes changes.  They can be various, but now there is a very fast process of the rising in temperature on the Earth, and human nature refuses to respond to all events, even when  some of them have a great scale. Really is it so? 
     It would be good, when we would be all ears.
     There is no need to argue.  I think, someone  -  probably!  -  believes: the natural selection, which is indeed legislative in respect to all nature, in respect to the  vegetative community, also to the  world of animals,   ceases to operate, when it begins to look at  the Man.
     There were, so-called, rudimentary organs at people during old times:  an appendix,  a cocсyx.  Quite well  they live already a lot of millenia.  Not a result  they  hasten to disappear,  herewith  these rudiments do not show some aspiration to grow.
     Maybe, our skeleton  has increased a little, though into breadth, though into hight, however the constitution, or that law, on which the organism has been designed, combined,   -  this constitution has not undergone cardinal changes.
     Therefore,  probably, there is an opinion  in some circles: the Man  is the animate being, but he is an essence unearthly.
     Some people perceive, that this reason is serious, others...  they begin to  smile. In fact the question is logical enough in order that everybody would be  thoughtful. What  does occur  today with all of us?
     You may think  so or in a different way,  however the terrestrial nature gets changings, it is exactly.  And really does the development of the nature stop its run in the annex to him, to the Man?
     The direct answer is not present. But it will necessarily occur to thoughtful people:  now it will be  useful to pay attention to the general properties of an albuminous substance.  Because constructional substances for a human body  are  mineral elements, but first of all it is protein.
In the human organism there is nothing more pliable, more  -  in constant diligence - capable to fluctuate, to be changed, more marvellous, than this protein. Some bases can be at all of us for such presuppositions, if it adapts quickly to features of an inhabitancy: to a cold and a heat, to a water and an air. There is no desire here to smile, simultaneously it would not be desirable for inhabitants  of the Earth to presume, that the nature has decided to be preserved,  to be unchanged on an example of the Man.
I think, the one, who dares to have doubts  -  concerning to a suspension of the natural selection, existing on  our green and blue planet   -   reflects correctly.
     Herein it is necessary for all of us to pay attention to some facts, which  are relating to the development of the mankind.
     Ten millenia the nature undergoes serious changes,  also during this time the  Man  undertakes every kind of  assimilation  of new places for his life, he lives successfully in cold mountains, in waterless deserts …  today it is possibly for him to reside even in the cosmos.
     The Man has now various  occasions to live on water,  herewith manages to reach to a laky bottom, even gets to the mysterious place, to the deepest cavity of the World ocean.   All is good, but to him... why not to  start  to change?

     Up to now there are at him neither wings for flights, nor fins for sea travellings. Anything especial is not present at him,  though all surrounding nature is taken already by the Man for himself. All around must to serve for his inhabitancy:  water, air, fire, woods and deserts.
     But really does the nature  have dealing with an unreasonable unearthly essence, which here, on the planet, is simply a parasite?
The greater toiler is he, this albuminous organism, which should improve his constitution persistently, with increasing speed, exclusively visibly.
     That's just the point:  this albuminous organism accelerates  and improves…  what? Just  that it is possible to define as the process of cognition. All  achievements of mankind need to be stacked into frameworks of the general intellectual riches, but not into indispensable dying off  or  steadfast development of the same coccyx.
Herein it will be better, if we shall put all these rudiments aside.
     The conversation will be another, because  I recollect now one thing.  Our family had a rest in mountains once. Not far the green top rose  to the fast clouds, running onto a land from the sea. Who did not hear  about the alpine meadows, about sheep droves, which have habitude to roam on a juicy rich herbage of green mountains?
All  - burdened by years,  not too fast adults and  unburdened by years, cheery, very fast children  -  once have gathered and without any preparations  have gone to look at the multicolour world of mountains.
     Of course, adventures were there with travellers, however my speech is not about them, not about some dismays. The main thing is it:  anybody from us could not refuse from ineradicable bent to cognize  the New. The pith and marrow of our act is just in that.
     Let somebody decide to tell to us: it would be better to sit on a place, to heat your coccyxes, and if the terrestrial nature is such changeable, then it can change, how will wish. We would not take into consideration such advice. The reason is clear: this suggestion does not take into account the nature of the man.
     Today  the climate is changing.  I think, mountains know a lot of things  about the nature of our planet. What has the writer  seen, and heard,  and understood there?  The history is not simple. Now my readers can look here.

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     On the Earth there were no tops above this Mountain.
Onto that height, where its snow cap was, even eagles did not rise.
     And what would  they find among these lifeless pleats,  very cold, stone?
     Roes and foxes, redstarts and flytraps, vipers and lizards, all of them lived below, in valleys. As to the eagles, they hovered all day long above mountainous gorges, looking for some food.
     The loneliness of Mountain was eternal.  It was not possible to abolish this solitude, hateful, repellent. Therefore… Mountain was  accustomed to it, as a bear to winter hibernation, as snow leopards to a  snow on the tops.
     Yes, it was  accustomed,  though to neighbourship of the heavenly stars, though to sudden hurricanes. When you are the onealoner and each day wait for bad weather ... Oh, there is nothing good in it!
     But  who has said, that the loneliness should be sweet?
     Mountain was stony, unusually big, and its top was unconsolingly cold. On northern slope the thunder roared, herewith some could go and find out, for what reason  the wind  blew and why  avalanches were sliped one for another from huge cliffs.
     Some could be sure: in the same  time on the southern slope the lizards had possibility to luxuriate  on hot stones, tups afforded to nibble calmly a soft green grass on meadows.
     It would be very well, if someone would have desire to know, how   Mountain was disconsolate!
     What  life at the onealoner!  It was not possible even to whisper  with somebody and to hear an empathy.
     It could request some to visit the highest top in the world. If to take and to invite, for example, the same eagle by the regretful speeches to the conversation just above canyons and dells?
     Mountain has inclined the head and has broken the snow cap a little. Then it has begun to rattle with all its storm power,  has given its ear-splitting  thunderous voice.
     -  The dear eagle! Would rise, the fine sharp-sighted creature, above to me. I shall tell to you something in strict confidence…
     The air shivered from the snow landslides, the wind whistled with bitter melancholy.
     This polyphonic voice has frightened the strong bird. It has struck by  the big wings, has flown hastily away, forasmuch as the howls of the windstorm,  very powerful and snowy, have been too loud.
     What did the eagle think about?
     It was not a fool, therefore its thoughts got  the clever enough trend:
     -  Oh, the mother! Your secrets, your awful histories  are superfluous for me. You are too high. It is direct to full amazement. Just the wings  will be frozen, and then what will be with me? I shall fall onto your sharp stones.
     The head of Mountain  has become disconsolate,  the snowy  cap has moved down more, than it has been before,  and  the doleful ideas  have gone in turn.
     What does it mean for them, if  to go somewhere?  Certainly, they have the right to go there to, where to… they will wish. But Mountain would  like  to speak.  It had desire  to whisper  with an alive creature. This desire was  hard very much.
     Yes, it was not against to invite afresh someone to rise to glaciers upward, nearer  to the sky,  nearer to  stars.
     In the valleys it is a lot of little  redstarts,  however they have  wings, not big and not very strong. If these birds will see some eagle, then they will hide from it in prickly bushes. Though, of course,  redstarts will not forget  to start  thereafter to sing  melodious trills  there. No, to them  it will be horrid  any shine of ices.
     Snakes and  lizards? These will not reach the craggy top.  And it will be not for the reason of any laziness. Simply all of them have peculiar nature.  Owing to a cold they become numb, go away  into some remote dreams.
     Really is it not clear,  all of them like to be heated  under the sun? They prefer to doze in warm crevices, where  any cold wind can not afford to get in.
     At the same time roebucks are  big enough, herewith timid, and why is it necessary  today  to hide all?  The head of the greatest mountain of the Earth is sufficiently sharp-witted.  These animals are fine, however to see them in posh light it is not exigency, because  they manage quite well to run off always.
     Such runner  can be pressed to come  very loudly by you. But... be sure,  all will be uselessly.
     As to the foxes,  those  are very artful, even though not very big.                Also  it is known:  each of them has a warm fur coat.  Any fox  -  fast paws, a ginger tail  -  will reach up to the top of  greater Mountain without superfluous stops.
     At the same time any fox will evade  -  in a moment!  -  a falling stone,  if it will be necessary to run off. Into  ice crevices the  ginger one, fast and artful, will not fall, forasmuch as that  will jump dexterously.
     -  My dear fox!  -  Mountain was been admired by the deep thoughts.
     Really could that keep silence now?  Completely it was not possible for the highest top of the world.
     That has begun to shout with gladness: 
     -  Come to me! Do immediately!
     Snowdrifts have at once gone by waves, fluffy piles have been scattered.  A vortical snowy dust  have become to wreathe: now this dust has been quite free to do what it has liked.
     The rocks have started to shiver. They had possibility to faint, could fall into the canyon, but then fortunately changed their mind. And even the wind decided to abate.
     All has become silent, however the fox has not rushed to respond in haste.
What’s the matter?  Maybe,  to call  the  fox once more?
  The ginger one has desire, as they say, to take its legs.  What a pity! But be sure, all here need to have assurance: Mountain is not against to cry loudly,  forasmuch as the conversation must be happened necessarily.
     What did it create now?  Mountain has become to roar, to rattle by angry thunders.
     To low rumble was possible, also to do it more loudly, however all was vainly. The red small fur coat has taken legs:  has escaped, because it has tried to be hidden into a hole of the rock more deeply.
     The answer was, but it was capricious:
     -  Do not stick to me! To get on the top?  All  my paws  will  just  be battered.  There  is the  true understanding at me, therefore  the fox is not present  at  snows on some tops. I must say: there is  the fox  nowhere for you  at all.
     -  Darling! -  Mountain has posed  -  with the budged cap  - and again  has begun to lead its speech .
The  all-understanding red cheat was frightened.
     The noisy top, it seems, takes pains  to fill in the hole by the  huge snowdrift. And then you will be here to sit without any moving.  After such conversation with Mountain, perhaps,  you   can not already talk to anybody ever at all.
The fox has jumped out, having wagged the tail, from the shelter.
Having found active dexterity,  the ginger one has led the speech with all possible cunning. What has done about?
     It has begun to ask,  affectingly having raised  the small acute snout:
     -  Listen to me, the mother! Be clement, do not become angry.  You itself know, the clever one  will not go up to the top of the gigantic hill. The clever one will   go round  Mountain.
     That listened, kept silence.
See, how it has turned back! Certainly, you will  consider, how to answer, if here someone will hold such speeches. The snow cap, having been shifted to the side, has started  thoughtfully to rise by  the easy smoke.
     The cunning one, small and brisk, rushes already away, diligently sweeping up  by the tail its trace. Will not Mountain begin to become angry and  will not object inconsolably  by the mighty thunders?
     While someone  has thought, having moved the cap onto  its nape,  the fine fox has run  away quickly. And  do not dare to blame the ginger one, because  it  has disappeared  so dexterously,  as if  there has not been this small fur coat ever  here.

  Mountain  has made the noise sensitively all, however it, having  been displeased by the cunning one,  has soon broken off: there has been nobody to threaten. You become angry or do not become angry, it will be better not to make the noise.
     What for uselessly to rend the air? Nobody hurries up to be friends with it,  very tall snowy  top. Its secrets are necessary to nobody.
     And if to understand a little better,  with whom  does that,  the highest mountain in the world,  need to have conversations  in order that  to be friends by hearts?
On such life all dreams are obliged to go in order that to lay in ashes, and  it is possible to do here nothing:  nothing, except for how to fall asleep for ever.
In the meantime through rocky huge stones, ice abatis, unstable snowdrifts, bottomless ravines a Man went  to the top of Mountain.
     He  has overcome all barriers, has dared to ascend onto the top.
Then he, having stood on knees,  has scooped  by the hand a little of the snow, white, as if sugar, and what has  a Man  done then?  He  has begun to chew and has told, having laughed:
     -  Well, Mountain -the mother , you give the thunder! It is necessary for you to get up onto this height, is not it ?
Mountain has whispered:
-  It is necessary, the guy. And  what for have you come to me into
ices and stones?
     -  The superfluous question. Also it is necessary to me. Eventually I am the Person.
     Mountain has thought, has reflected and has started to whisper:
     - Listen to me, dear! I shall tell  to you in confidence…

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Mountains, where snows and glaciers come to naught quickly, we shall agree, are not silent. The planet continues to change with big speed, we want that or we do not want.
     Simultaneously the process of cognition of the world by  Man  goes without any stop. This process, that began fast to develop upon termination of the glacial epoch, accelerates on the Earth.
     Now somebody says already : it is time  for cosmonauts to fly onto the red planet,  onto Mars.
     Ideas about flights into the depths of the solar system come into people’s heads for a long time.
     It would be advisable to  persons, to these terrestrial organisms, to be enriched with  any wings, is not it?  However similar wishes are not stated today by anybody.
     New hands, wings do not hasten to grow, there are not they at  women, men, children, at  the ordinary person.   
You should agree, no pilots with wings are necessary in our time. In dispensable condition for mankind is to have spacecrafts today, and also to have skillful engineers in order that  all these created rockets would be clever to fly.               
     It is necessary not only to fly quickly, it is not less important to overcome successfully huge interplanetary distances.
A life of mankind  is  impossible already without cosmos.
     Herewith the thawing ice cover of a planet speaks:  it is useful to fly spaceward, however  another is not hurtful too;  it is necessary to attend to conditions of a life of people on our planet,  if  waters of oceans are not going to stop their attack onto the land.
     Middle annual temperatures of the atmosphere are changing not so noticeably, but the level of the World water ocean  is rising steadily. Especially it is appreciable in scale of centuries.
     The Man cannot get any fish's fins  in lieu of hands and legs, but his thought should work.
     The last century gave to the Earth a growth of world waters almost the half a metre above the last sea level; in this century the supervision promises as much as it was, even it can be more, and all of us need to notice the increasing water abundance. It is dangerous, if  the water will get character of the strengthened promotion on our planet.
     The new  biblical flood can happen.
     It is not necessary for all peoples. Are there some true hopes at the mankind?
     Process of cognition … its life-giving power is great.
     In this great natural force the happy opportunity is hidden to assimilate gradually all spaces of our solar system, simultaneously to solve an essential problem: once and for all to rid a life of people on the Earth from planetary cataclysms. All of us need to think of it.