Have you ever been in tropics where among freakish bind trees, from huge height pee 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 dumb and repose here. And only the falls plays for you sad melody. Listen attentively, it is beautiful, as if somebody plays on a piano. And the foliage waves under whiff of an sluttish impulse of a nothingness. There, in height, freehanded and predacious birds vaporize, above, there are their nests. They soar above a falls... But in the lowland aliveness is different. the huge tiger goes out from the foliage. He frequently comes in this place. He comes simply to project pee, to project a unforgettable, quixotic show – a mellow falls in tropics. The tiger place down on stones, puts his chief on paws and looks in pee carried by. Perhaps he is thinking or dreaming. we john only reckon. But don't strain to descend nearer. No, he hasn't enwrapped to fire you, he will simply startle throug