01:33 Temple of Solomon | |
| TEMPLE of SOLOMON A quadrangular temple was erected in the vastness of the desert. If you look up from the bottom, the walls of the temple stretched to the sky, and only his drawing could be seen from the sky. The temple stood in the middle of the desert like the last stop, like the last caravanserai abandoned by people. It was popularly called the "Temple of Solomon's Love", built of large gray stones, therefore representing a cold and gloomy appearance, if it was a temple of love, then this love must have been very consistent with the external outline. The more representatives of other nationalities from all over the world, despite their color, gender and religion, sought to get into the temple open to everyone, the further Solomon's tribesmen began to bypass it. Sometimes the winds, noisy, whispered in Solomon's ear that there was no free corner in the temple because of the idols of the pagans, and sometimes the rains poured with questions about whether he had seen the altar of fire worshippers, so burning that soon no rain would be able to extinguish it. Headlong, he ran as fast as he could into the deserted, dehydrated desert. Then voices of different, alien forms pursued him with the words: "Where are you running to, Solomon? Now you can't get rid of us" In these amazing days for Solomon, he realized that he was in a lost space and time, but the abundance of questions and the lack of answers to them did not give him the opportunity to stop and get into the current time. Before his eyes, the temple of his love swayed in both directions, like a rotting tooth ready for a quick felling out. "This is a harbinger of trouble," he said, when all the eye vessels, like thin threads of a spider's web, turned red. The most recent one who disturbed his peace of mind was the servant, who, because of the bulging belly, looked like an onion, with a small head. "My lord," said the servant, respectfully bowing his head before the address. – Veniamin's mother, Maria, wants to see you. For three days now, she has been standing in line, hoping to appear in front of you and kiss your ring... - Are there a lot of people? Solomon interrupted him impatiently. At this time, everyone except the servant would have come up with the idea that Solomon doesn't know where he is. But the servant was aware of the latest whims of the csar, and not paying attention to the fact that Solomon was separating from him stroking the walls of the temple, replied: - They are enough, great meleh, Egyptians… "Ah, those sorcerers again… Hearing the latter, the servant listened in confusion to every step of the king. Apparently, the tsar was losing touch with the outside world and was delirious in reality. For the umpteenth time, because of Solomon's prohibition to receive visitors or any of his subjects at all, the servant has to notify him with the latest news of the country and each time make sure that the king is increasingly separated from this world. He is surprised at how Solomon, along with the inner world, changes externally. But as a loyal servant, he tries not to show it. The present image of the csar, indeed, was terrible. He was not fat before, but now he has turned into a noticeably thin man. His eyes, which sparkled with a hundred-fold brilliance, like his ring on his index finger, became large with despair. Curly hair, sticking out from under the kip, resembled the neglected look of a wanderer. Signs of his exhaustion-the zygomatic bones of his face, were more and more noticeably thrown out into people's eyes. So, he was more like Jewish rabbis. Solomon, who was subject to understanding the language of all creatures on earth, smiled bitterly in front of the servant "This is my real look" His floating robe, framed with a white border, sparkled with golden sand. Solemnly shaking the robe, he ordered: - Tell Maria to come in three days… - And the merchants – thinking of a convenient moment, the servant uttered a word. Solomon's slightly brightened face changed again. He left the walls of the temple, where he had been for a week, with a timid gait, like a mournful head, and a braided tongue. Life outside the temple greeted him with a bright color. The weather was unbearably hot. Because of the construction of the bazaar, which was 1-1.5 km away from the temple, the stuffy smell of clay, with an admixture of dry dust, hit the nose. Solomon looked with contempt at the builders and all those present at the bazaar, who, like ants in an anthill, were rushing around. Especially, he did not like the proximity of the bazaar. In a short time, he pressed himself so close to the temple that only 40-50 meters remained between them. If you think about it, it was because of this bazaar that people began to fly there from different parts of the earth. Who knows what kind of mass they will turn into after the construction is completed? And everyone is not with an empty hand. Also, with him came the language in which he speaks, and the God in whom he believes. If you look from this point of view, it was not Solomon's tribesmen who should have feel hurt by him, but he himself should have feel hurt by them. He, of course, knew that the bazaar would be built, even gave his consent. But he had no idea that the bazaar would come so close to the temple. There was a feeling that Solomon was going to end the bazaar with his eyes. But no matter how much he opened his eyes wide, the horizon continued to spread further and further, unable to absorb the entire marketplace. If some were busy with the goods, some were busy with construction. Somewhere out there, in the dust, where the screaming came from, one girl was tugging at the hem of her mother's dress in the hope of attracting attention to herself. Solomon looked at everyone with a wandering gaze. For some reason, he wanted to know and remember separately all those present at the bazaar. His incessantly searching eyes turned red with despondency. The servant shrugged his shoulders in complete ignorance, not understanding who Solomon was looking for. The King, who commands on earth and in heaven, looked depressed. At this time, if he had lost consciousness, the servant would not have been surprised. If take into account the fact that Solomon could barely stand on his feet, barely catching his breath, loss of consciousness would be an expected event. Therefore, the servant stood on the king's left side to catch him when he fell. At first, a rumble of thunder was heard, which shook Solomon to the depths of his soul. The thought of lightning in the first place would hit the head if there was spring around. For the for the past year in a row, on the basis of drought, and also, because of the great rarity of lightning flashes in these parts, the king and the servant were confused. This rumble of thunder was not much like a fiery lightning. Rather, it was in tune with the multi-ton stones that fell from the sky at the same time. When Solomon turned towards the temple, it was already destroyed, and the surviving parts of it continued to hang for a moment, after which they collapsed on the hillock that appeared from behind the stones. The distance between the temple was both close and very far for Solomon. He thought he was standing among loose gray stones, but it was a long way to the temple. It seemed to him that he had already reached the walls of the temple, but again it was far from the temple. Idols lay mixed with gray stones on the ground. Their well-crafted bodies testified to the fact that in the past they were stones of worship. But, all of them were broken, and created difficulty in their first recognition. Solomon looked with contempt at the idols that had not preserved a trace of their former beauty and greatness. He was now looking for something else among the ruins of the temple. His heart burned slowly like a blazing fire. Somewhere out there, the fume, like a black cape to the sky rising fari, disappeared from view, connecting with the clouds. This altar of fire worshippers gave off its "last breath" in this way. "All the Gods have left the temple," Solomon smiled bitterly, not taking his eyes off the scattering fume. Then, clutching his hair, he exclaimed: "Oh, my God!" People who had never seen Solomon like this did not dare to approach the temple. They, like crows hitting the wall, stopped at the entrance of the temple, which was already overgrown with recumbent, gray stones. The destroyed temple of Solomon's love inspired fear in everyone who saw it. From above, from below, from the side, his appearance certainly worried everyone. Among the ruins, the king was rushing, who commanded between heaven and earth. His language was understandable only to the one to whom he was actually addressing, while the others did not have time to fully understand his speech. During this time, he managed to fall several times, tripping over a stone, and hit the stairs, which stand on one stone. Meanwhile, almost on his knees, he approached the still not completely collapsed wall and stroked its barely noticeable inscriptions, trying to kiss them. None of his servants could dare to come closer to him, but, unlike the common people, they were standing in the area of the temple, closer to Solomon. "Come on," the fat servant whispered heartbreakingly, unable to watch the pathetic appearance of Solomon, whose shoulders were shaking from whining. It was only then that they saw Solomon's fingernails filled with blood. The dust from his face was drawn in disorderly lines due to shed tears, and there were small pink scratches from nails between them. At the same time, Solomon himself was trembling slightly. Having lost his former weight, due to recent events, the Tsar was taken to his castle, like a child, on servant’s shoulders. But, if they had found the strength to look directly at him, they would have seen the picture of the blasted temple that he carried in the staring at the sky, eyes. They would have felt beforehand that, from now on, the ruins of the temple, like a seal, would remain in the eyes of Solomon. They would know that the king, being in captivity of this seal, would melt like a candle, without making a sound, like a deaf-mute. But, unfortunately, they did not realize all the sadness of the Tsar's soul. Solomon had to endure all his grief alone (on his own). Oh, how unbearable, painful it was, oh, my God. In the hope of finding the temple, Solomon rummaged in all, even in the most insignificant corners of the castle. He drove away all the light and shielded his way back with a black cloth. Even a tiny ray, unable to penetrate into the castle, left it, leaving it at the disposal of darkness. Convinced that the Tsar would eventually calm down, they clenched their teeth, lost hope, still not reaching him. Nothing pleased the king. Nothing did not add luster to his eyes, sealed by the ruins of the temple. Even the talk that they would build a bigger temple than the previous one was empty chatter for him. He could not find the patience to listen to these conversations to the end. Before his eyes, the picture of the destroyed temple appeared again and again. It happened that, the water surrounds the temple from all four sides, Solomon tried to divert the water back with his hands. The servants deliberately tried not to notice Solomon, who was swimming without water. Sometimes, the temple was surrounded from all sides with sand, which, when it appeared, was terribly seething. If not preventing his terrible flow, then the Temple could suffocate in it. Reasoning in this way, Solomon wanted to fence himself off from the sandstorm with his hands, blowing them back. The servants tried not to pay attention to the king, who was flying in empty air. Solomon lost all interest in the outside world, and his subjects were doing whole works of the castle. They had never been so afraid of Solomon, who turned the castle into a kingdom of darkness. Neither from his spirits, which multiply in the blink of an eye, nor from the many-faced and insidious fairies, with their thousand magics, nor from other invisible forces, were not afraid as they were afraid today. Therefore, the household, in extreme cases, if it seemed very necessary, bothered the Tsar, in other cases preferred to bypass him. They did their best not to disturb the peace of the Tsar. For Solomon, the calm-looking castle was full of contradictions and war from within. Almost every day, there was a reason to quarrel with someone or something. Then, Solomon resented the whole world like a five-year-old child. He told the story of the creation of the temple with passion, ranging from small stones to huge idols. He remembered how they were created. At the place where he recalled his personal contributions to the creation of the temple, he tried without exaggeration, citing only facts as examples, to tell everything as it is. He convinced himself that no one but him, even his late father, Tsar David, would have surpassed him in creating such a temple. With the phrases "I tried to be fair", "I did not practice witchcraft", "I only loved him" - he consolidated his conviction. As a sign of proof of his words, he repeated the laws of the Torah by heart, which were laid down in the form of an inscription in a quadrangular meeting room, which, with its quadrangular appearance, personified the comprehensive justice of the leader's decisions. He claimed that of all the feelings, he chose love for Him. Not following the path of fire worshipers and others, he claimed that he was faithful to his love and always lived for it. "I have built him a temple," he was saying, after which he was pointedly silent. At such moments, the temple appeared before his eyes at the moment of its collapse. His ruined appearance looked like a rejection of his love from heaven. If you compare it with anything, then getting a rejection of your love would be an appropriate description. It was, like, non-recognition from a loved one, with that, when you love him more than before, and you are sure of the eternity of your love. At that moment, someone inexplicably kept trying to whisper the reason for the refusal. But Solomon began to think clearly of this whisper after he lost the connection between imagination and reality, when pain became a habit. Then, different idols of different sizes symbolizing some matter and its beginning, as well as the servants of the temple led by their clergy, their strange looks, in fact, being a continuation of their strange smiles, all this came to his mind. Everything moved so quickly to Solomon's memory that, later, he was surprised at their moving so quickly due the shortest time. He wanted to overcome doubts about the collapse of the temple in any way. Because when Solomon gave freedom of religion with the words "You can believe in your God," he hoped that people would eventually choose the way of his father and himself. He expected that, in the end, without coercion, without violence, people would choose his faith. He was sure that only freedom and independence would make people take the right path. But everything went wrong as he planned. The All-knowing Lord did not support this idea of Solomon. The All-knowing Lord rejected the love of Solomon, as he rejected the offerings of Cain. "Does he really not want to see another God besides himself? Is he so impatient? Is he really so cruel?" - these questions did not leave the Solomon alone. But the hardest part was the fact that he no longer believed in anything. No matter how many times he repeated these questions through his teeth with burning resentment, he lost all interest and trust before getting an answer. It seemed to him that someone wanted to lead him astray from the inside. These days, he had a premonition of an unknown formation, which, like a chain, stretched further and further. But what kind of formation, what kind of chain, he was not able to predict. Now the voice of the one who tried to lead him astray from the inside sounded clearly in Solomon's ears. But Solomon didn't believe him. He only contented himself with a hopeless smile at all his words, inciting resentment. No matter how humiliating it seemed, he could not leave his God. No matter how hard it was, he had no other salvation but his love. Because he didn't believe in other gods. Solomon finally agreed with the rejection of his love. That day, he decided to observe the ruins of the temple and left the dark castle. Lately, his thoughts have been busy building a hut there. For some reason, he found peace only in those ruins. If at first, not to mention the approach, even watching him from the castle was difficult for him, then now, being in torment, he found peace there – in the ruins of the temple. And that day, trying not to attach importance to the stone that caught his foot, he wanted to continue his way, but his own step attracted his attention. Confused, Solomon looked over his shoulder. There was a red spot of blood on the ground. The misunderstanding got the better of him, and he continued to stare in ignorance until he saw an abrasion on his heel. Because of his mental anguish, he belatedly felt the pain in which you stumble over a stone and scraped your heel. But is such pain capable of stopping the Tsar? There is a burden on his soul that is a hundred times harder to bear than bodily injury. He was determined not to stop halfway, despite the fact that he cannot move from his place. Something heavy, as if, fell on the foot, did not give him the opportunity to move. And in the soul, out of nowhere, a great joy appeared and mixed with the formation, which stretched like a chain, and rose nonstop. In the end, it was built as a quadrangular building. Having risen, he fell with a rush on the feet of Solomon, and helped to restore the former brilliance in his eyes. A shine that creates a feeling of fragile glass in front of the eyes. Behind this glass, the silhouette of what had fallen on his foot was clearly visible. It was, as before, a quadrangular temple, with a wave (triumph), it reached up to heaven, as if trying to fly away to it. Soon, the silhouette of that temple flowed in two tears of Solomon, and disappeared. At that moment, the king smiled heartily. An unheard-of joy and lightness seized him. He realized that now he would never get into trouble, that now his temple would never be destroyed. He felt that, from now on, his "love" was granted to him forever, and he knew that no unknown forces could destroy him. Because the temple was now inside him. With such agony, with such pain, it turns out that he erected it right in his heart. So, the temple will stand forever, if the sky stands, if its lord stands, and everyone will call it as "The temple of Solomon's love" © Bagul ATAYEVA | |
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