The mystery of wolf’s cliff. Danny Osipenko

also seemed so small, as if toy. The white snow caps lying on the mountains seeming such far if to look from below, were much closer here. But the most amazing was how played the last beams of the sun on silvery snow in the distance, on yellowish-orange tops of trees, on colored glass of stained-glass windows of the temple. Having smiled and having sharply exhaled, Ilina approached the temple.

      The huge building gloomy looked at the girl who, struggling with internal awe and fear of this majestic construction, with curiosity examined each detail of its external furniture.

      She often was here in the childhood. The building seeming gloomy and repellent for other people is inexplicable attracted the girl to itself. And now, having thrown the head back, Ilina stopped at huge entrance gate.

      The cold stone walls which lost the initial luster and gloss came to life in imagination of the girl, and it seemed to her, as if the plaster showered from them revived in some magic way from ashes, taking the lawful place. Skillfully executed reliefs framed the lancet window openings executed in the form of a few profound niches. Huge columns, as if pressed half in walls lasted from the earth to a roof. The heavy clay tile of a roof broke the begun to rot wooden rafters in some places, and now the temple looked at the star sky the gaping black holes. But the magnificent sculptures executed in human growth which represented the beings resembling not people, not birds, not bats or even dragons were the most surprising detail of the building…