Have you ever been in tropics where among freakish bind trees, from huge height piddle falls down. It is falling from the ledge which is somewhere in height, the cascade flows down on smooth stones direct at your foots. And you feel cool, freshening drops on the face. All is mum and placid here. And only the falls plays for you sad melody. Listen attentively, it is beautiful, as if human plays on a piano. And the foliage waves under whiff of an facile impulse of a winding. There, in height, giving and predaceous birds rainfly, above, there are their nests. They soar above a falls. But in the lowland lifespan is different. the huge tiger goes out from the foliage. He frequently comes in this place. He comes simply to realize piddle, to realize a unforgettable, quixotic show – a richly falls in tropics. The tiger position down on stones, puts his drumhead on paws and looks in piddle carried by. Perhaps he is thinking or dreaming ... we pot only hazard. But don't prove to get nearer. No, he hasn't rapt to assail you, he will simply leap through raging piddle and disappear in obtuse, tropical foliage. However he will soon yield, because he likes very much to front at the piddle. The waterfall bewitches, it's equivalent a magnet, somethin constantly pulls to the piddle, pulls to front and savour. Everything is reflected in the pure piddle - each movement of a subdivision, each cloud floating on the sky - piddle remembers completely and perhaps your'll notice out something from the waterfall. And if it truly happens - listen attentively as listen the tiger and those birds that rainfly in the sky.