The door so has loudly begun to creak, being opened, that I have thought, monks in the will hear. And here we have appeared in a chapel. We cautiously went on stone plates by benches, each of which had the stone angel-keeper holding in a hand as I and assumed, a flaring sword. In the silence reigned. Glasses at windows missed bluish light. Big stone support were very cold. We have on tiptoe have on tiptoe taken place for Bruno in an altar covered by a magnificent coverlet, gold and silver.

Ornaments on him have been inlaid by jewelry. In surprise we have stared at them. Bruno has removed aside the heavy curtain decorated by a gold embroidery, and we have come to be in an inner sanctum. The Madonna looked at us. In admiration has concealed breath - the Madonna was fine. A statue from a marble, in a cape from the true lace, in a long dress from any thick embroidered material. And this attire has been captured by fire from jewels sparkling by unimaginable shine. A an amazing show! Rubies, emeralds, brilliants, pearls decorated a dress. ” What it heavy “, - I have thought.

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In east wing the stone spiral staircase conducted in the bedrooms located in a penthouse where there lived our servants. There was still a creamery a laundry, a bakery and stables. The father had many acres of the ground which was processed by the people living in his manor; There was also a cattle - horses, cows and pigs. Our grounds bordered on the grounds of abbey of Sacred Bruno, and the father was friends of several wordly brothers as there was time when he nearly did not become the monk. Between the house and the river the garden to which the mother gave very much great value was stretched.

There she almost the year round grew up flowers - irises, lilies, a lavender, a rosemary, gillyflowers and, certainly, roses. However the Damask rose was her favourite. Lawns were smooth and beautiful, owing to affinity of the river they always turned green; And she, and the father loved animals. We had dogs and peacocks; As often we laughed, looking on these birds important pacing, having straightened the beautiful tails, with simple plumage followed the vainglorious masters. - I feed one of my first memoirs their peas which they very much love. To me always gave pleasure to sit on a stone wall and to look at the river.

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