"MacDONALD, George - The Castle" - читать интересную книгу автора (MacDonald George)

ruler working away at a chart of the same which he had been in process of
constructing, now came to the conclusion, that only by ascending the upper
regions of his abode could he become capable of understanding what lay beneath;
and that, in all probability, one clear prospect, from the top of the highest
attainable turret, over the castle as it lay below, would reveal more of the
idea of its internal construction, than a year spent in wandering through its
subterranean vaults. But the fact was, that the desire to ascend wakening within
him had made him forget what was beneath; and having laid aside his chart for a
time at least, he was now to be met in every quarter of the upper parts,
searching and striving upward, now in one direction, now in another; and
seeking, as he went, the best outlooks into the clear air of outer realities.
And they began to discover that they were all meditating different aspects of
the same thing; and they brought together their various discoveries, and
recognised the likeness between them; and the one thing often explained the
other, and combining with it helped to a third. They grew in consequence more
and more friendly and loving; so that every now and then one turned to another
and said, as in surprise, "Why, you are my brother!"-"Why, you are my sister!"
And yet they had always known it.
The change reached to all. One, who lived on the air of sweet sounds, and who
was almost always to be found seated by her harp or some other instrument, had,
till the late storm, been generally merry and playful, though sometimes sad. But
for a long time after that, she was often found weeping, and playing little
simple airs which she had heard in childhood-backward longings, followed by
fresh tears. Before long, however, a new element manifested itself in her music.
It became yet more wild, and sometimes retained all its sadness, but it was
mingled with anticipation and hope. The past and the future merged in one; and
while memory yet brought the rain-cloud, expectation threw the rainbow across
its bosom-and all was uttered in her music, which rose and swelled, now to
defiance, now to victory; then died in a torrent of weeping.
As to the eldest sister, it was many days before she recovered from the shock.
At length, one day, her brother came to her, took her by the hand, led her to an
open window, and told her to seat herself by it, and look out. She did so; but
at first saw nothing more than an unsympathising blaze of sunlight. But as she
looked, the horizon widened out, and the dome of the sky ascended, till the
grandeur seized upon her soul, and she fell on her knees and wept. Now the
heavens seemed to bend lovingly over her, and to stretch out wide cloud-arms to
embrace her; the earth lay like the bosom of an infinite love beneath her, and
the wind kissed her cheek with an odour of roses. She sprang to her feet, and
turned, in an agony of hope, expecting to behold the face of the father, but
there stood only her brother, looking calmly though lovingly on her emotion. She
turned again to the window. On the hilltops rested the sky: Heaven and Earth
were one; and the prophecy awoke in her soul, that from betwixt them would the
steps of the father approach.
Hitherto she had seen but Beauty; now she beheld Truth. Often had she looked on
such clouds as these, and loved the strange ethereal curves into which the winds
moulded them; and had smiled as her little pet sister told her what curious
animals she saw in them, and tried to point them out to her. Now they were as
troops of angels, jubilant over her new birth, for they sang, in her soul, of
beauty, and truth, and love. She looked down, and her little sister knelt beside
her.