Quotes about the forest

The forest is the way to yourself.

Some people here like to pick mushrooms, some just walk along the paths, and some even do physical exercise in nature. There is no such person who would not rejoice at the wonderful opportunity to find himself in a distant thicket or on a birch forest edge. Therefore, the most striking statements about forest spaces are offered here.

If something else will save people, then only trees, flowers, herbs, birds and animals.
Don't teach your child about beauty in art museums. Just take him to nature.
In more often it is beautiful at any time of the year and in any weather.
Depression is treated at birch forest edges.
People go to listen to silence and learn tranquility from trees.
The forest is not threatened by fire or hurricane. His worst enemy is man.
Being in nature is good both alone and in company.
Only in a clearing do people feel true freedom and joy of life.
If you feel bad, choose the biggest tree. Give him a big hug or just stand under him for a while. Gradually you will feel how all your worries recede into the distance.
The forest reveals its deepest secrets only to a select few. For everyone else, it becomes just a dubious place where barbecue is prepared.
A tree gives so much to a person! It gives him shade, protects him from the rain, heals his soul.
Having breathed fresh air, a person returns to himself.
Everything in nature is beautiful: the smallest and the largest.
The autumn forest amazes with its amazing beauty. In winter it gives peace of mind. Summer makes you want to live on. Spring gives people hope.
The emptiness in the soul is filled with the sounds and smells reigning at the edge of the forest.
If you want to learn peace, take a walk among the trees.
Each mushroom adds a piece of joy to a person’s soul.
The forest is needed at least so that people can hear their souls.
You don't have to be a romantic to love nature.
If a person went for a walk along abandoned paths, he did not lose time, but found happiness.
Forest gnomes are nonsense. Much worse are the ordinary people living side by side with us.
In bad weather, the thicket is not as bad as an ordinary street.
Nature is experienced through the forest.
Don't run away from the clearing if it starts to rain. Wait for him there. And suddenly you will feel unprecedented happiness.
The winter forest gives people the strength to live on.
Get up from your computer and take a walk. You will be surprised how quickly your strength will be restored.
The laws of nature are much more reasonable than the laws by which society lives every day.
If you want to cry, cry among the trees. Only they can truly console.

dddddddddd – A WALK IN THE FOREST

Walk through the forest.
Nature, that’s how you can restore

to be raped and surprised without

tired. Changing and frozen

shaya...special...beautiful...

majestic... I sing to you

song. You warm my soul...

Friday, the end of the work week, fatigue has accumulated, the body requires rest, not sluggish, active. A small impromptu hike, without any purpose, a wonderful shake-up. Over the pass into the forest, escape from the clutches of the reinforced concrete embrace of the city and go into silence, into a special world of sounds and smells, silence and serenity. Every time you find yourself in the arms of a forest, you feel peace of mind, the warmth of nature and all its greatness. Returning from the forest or having been on the shore of a lake or sea, the body receives an extraordinary surge of strength, it seems that nature has filled the soul with new content and the body with strength. Nature has both in huge quantities; it is important to feel and learn to absorb what it gives us. The difference between man and nature is that we think about how we live, but she just lives and that’s ALL!!!. This is her strength.

And so it is decided! Tomorrow to the forest!

Morning, the alarm clock rings, without opening my eyes, I begin to remember why on Saturday it wakes me up. I remembered!!! I am going to the forest. I open my eyes, turn my gaze to the window, a cloudy late autumn morning, what could be sadder and more beautiful than a sight. The sky is gray, low heavy clouds, pot-bellied and gloomy, they run very low, clinging to the top floors of houses, it seems that they will pierce their tummy and autumn rain will spill onto the ground, and when this happens, the rain breaks down, watering everything around, roads, sidewalks, houses, people and there is no escape from his cold touch. There are no leaves on the trees, they were torn off by the prankster and naughty wind, which circled them around the city for a long time, collecting them in heaps or scattering them; the wind, wetted by the rain, sticks them on cars, facades of houses, on poles, and they are like announcements about the imminent approach of winter. And the trees, having fallen asleep, will stand waiting for spring. Nature is always in a state of waiting. Looking at the gloomy sky and low-floating clouds, you want to hide under the blankets, watch what is happening on the street, and lie down to soak up the heat. You got up from a warm bed and remember how you did it with great reluctance, it was so good there under the covers, there was a special world there, a world of warmth and tranquility.

But the decision has been made and here I am, throwing back the blanket and boldly rushing into a new day. I go to the washbasin, open the tap of cold water, scoop it up in my palms, splash it in my face, small cold needles dig into me, the dream is washed away into the sink. I take a shower, get dressed and go to the kitchen. Best of all, a full stomach and the long journey into the forest will be very pleasant. Breakfast: fresh bread, scrambled eggs with pieces of lard, hot tea with a sandwich, everything eaten. Now let's get down to business, I have a long journey ahead of me, so I'm preparing food supplies: a thermos with tea and a piece of lemon just for the smell, a sandwich with cheese and sausage, two apples, three mints, a small flask of water. Consciously, I put the supplies in a small backpack, I also put matches there, which I previously packed in a plastic bag, a little salt in a matchbox and also in polyethylene. Everything should lie tightly and not roll around when walking. In my backpack I put a compact raincoat and spare socks, a T-shirt with a light sweater, a knitted hat, and jeans. All things are folded in a plastic bag. All is ready. I go into the hallway and get dressed. The main thing is that the clothes are warm and comfortable, pleasant to the body and should not restrict movement. Hiking boots, socks, T-shirt, sweater, jeans, light jacket with a hood, knitted hat. I'm ready to go.

I go out onto the landing, close the door into a world of warmth and comfort, go down the stairs, open the door to the street and leave the entrance. The damp and cool air hits your face. Early morning. Quiet. The city is sleeping, tired of the noise and hum of the working week. I’m going to the stop, I have to go for about 20 minutes. I’m waiting, I’m lucky, a trolleybus approaches, swaying from side to side. I sit down, the sleepy conductor tears off the ticket, she clearly wants to sleep, and she wraps herself in a jacket and, if it were her will, she would cover her head and fall asleep. I sit down by the window, a car drives by, a lone passerby, cowering from the dampness and cold, flashes by. Sleeping houses float by, trees that have shed their leaves and only evergreen fir trees stand and enjoy the coolness. The trolleybus, buzzing and creaking, then picks up speed, then slows down, taking me to a meeting with nature. This is my stop, I get out, it’s even cooler here, I wrap myself in clothes and put on a hood. I cross the road, my path lies among the one-story houses of the private sector, a rare dog in the yard will bark at my steps for the sake of decency, and again, comfortably located in the booth, indulges in sweet dreams of a morning bone or a bowl of porridge.

Now the houses are over, and to know the end of civilization, nature is ahead. I’m at the foot of the pass, I glance up, the pass is not visible, it’s drowned in the fog. It takes me over an hour to get up. My path lies along the road on the left, a cliff and a deep gorge with a stream at the very bottom, the gorge is so deep that the stream looks like a thin thread. On the right rises an almost vertical mountain slope, on it there are rare rosehip bushes and the remains of dried grass. The road begins to gradually increase in steepness. It’s very quiet and only the wind, rushing past your ears, leaves its measured hiss, the air is fresh and slightly humid, the drizzle breaks, the skin of your face instantly tightens from the coolness. I have already moved far enough, the city is not visible, but its hum is behind me and it looks like a large organism emitting some unearthly, fantastic sounds. The road goes to the left and goes around the slope, but it’s a detour, I decide to shorten the path and choose a path, it rushes almost vertically onto the slope, goes up, climbing into the mountains, forcing me to move almost on all fours. I slowly move up, the earth mixed with rubble makes my feet slip, and I keep putting my hands forward to protect myself. I rise higher and higher, my feet slide along the wet ground, sometimes my foot picks up a pebble and throws it forward, the pebble noisily jumps over its fellows, and they respond noisily, as if talking to each other. I stop to take a breath; I have always been amazed by the panoramas that open up in the mountains; their extraordinary scale and volume are filled with enormous content. Finally, the path straightened out, straightened out and went sedately with a slight upward slope, my legs could rest, I went out onto the road again, it, rounding the slope, gave me the opportunity to walk along it. I look around, on the left the pass is completely covered with fog, on the right there is a panorama of the city, but it is hard to see, it is covered with gray clouds and through a rare window between the clouds, I can see familiar places. After catching my breath a little, I continue climbing.

Before I had time to move 30 meters away from the path, fog surrounded me. The wind died down. Fog, what a wonderful invention of nature. How beautiful and mysterious he is, he has character and much that is inherent in living organisms. Every time I enter the fog, I walk into a fairy tale, I imagine some unknown shadows, fairy-tale landscapes, knights on horses, castles entwined with vines. The fog surrounds me, it either hangs on my shoulders, or tries to penetrate under my clothes, and I shudder from its dampness, or it stomps around me and completely prevents me from seeing anything ahead, or, on the contrary, opens up an overview of visibility, retreating from me. Today the fog is especially dense, it seems that someone hung the fog like thick curtains, it is very damp and quiet.

I walk into the fog, it surrounds me, looks into my eyes, feels my face, the fog has a dull voice, it is very quiet and eats up all the sounds inside itself, apparently it liked me, hugging me by the shoulders, leads me to the pass. A few meters before the ridge of the pass, a light breeze rises, which disperses the fog, we part with my friend for a while, only fragments of it rush in the distance. Here is the saddle of the ridge. I stop to catch my breath and look around, but I don’t want to stand here for long because the wind is not going to penetrate my clothes.

My gaze is directed forward on the other side of the pass, which is not visible to the city. There is an amazing picture there, a huge sea of fog filled the lowlands, and only small islands of forest rise from it, for a moment the sun broke through the clouds and illuminated the surroundings, what a pity that I’m not an artist, the picture that appeared before me is amazing, the fog illuminated by the sun began to play, sparkled, as if the snow and nature sparkled with new colors, it became warm and cozy. But the clouds quickly hid the sun, and a reign of darkness and dampness set in.

I came to a fork, to the left is the road to the lake, and straight ahead for me. Having walked a little from the ridge of the pass, the forest begins to surround me, it is still timidly sparse trees along the edges of the road, but then further on it closes its mighty paws over me and

from the top and sides. This is what I was going to, I stop, mentally say hello to the forest, reward myself with candy for climbing, you can relax, the road goes down at a slight slope. I’m walking along a road on which foliage lies like a thick blanket, in the rut from the cars puddles of water have formed and leaves are also floating in them, and many, having drowned, lie at the bottom and through the prism of water seem large, fallen leaves are different everywhere, in shape, size, color. Finally I enter the domain of the forest. How beautiful the forest is at all times of the year, but I especially like it in late autumn, it is somehow special right now. During this period of time, when you find yourself in the forest, you catch yourself thinking that time has stopped or is stretching very slowly, walking sedately, and stopping, as if comprehending each step. The forest is so big, in the summer, you can’t see the distance because of the foliage, they are hidden. But now you see them, they are endless. So big, so tired of the summer noise, now stands and enjoys the silence and only sometimes sighs with a random gust of wind, speaks with the rustle of the leaves still remaining on the branches and creaks the branches, as if complaining about the past turmoil of spring and summer. The forest is very quiet and the fog, which has enveloped me again, muffles all sounds even more. He is everywhere on the road and on the side of the road, near and behind a tree, behind snags and bushes. I walk through the forest like a swimmer in a pool, the fog is so thick that sometimes I can’t see my shoes well. There are a lot of fallen leaves underfoot, how they formed a carpet and how beautiful it is, shimmering with the colors of autumn - yellow, orange, greenish-yellow, red, burgundy leaves make up the color scheme of this carpet. I walk along the leaves, catch them and toss them with my feet, they fly up, spin and fall, or a random gust of wind picks them up and spins them for a long time, as if playing, then gently lowers them to the ground. The forest is very quiet, the birds have flown away to spend the winter in warmer regions, leaving the forest with memories until spring. I walk along the road, this is earth compacted over the years, by cars and mushroom pickers, tourists and just people who come to the forest to just relax, breathe fresh air and listen to the silence that is so lacking in the city. I walked along this road with friends hundreds of times; we climbed here as boys, we drew a plan of the area, and played explorers. Every time I get here, I get excited and look at everything like it’s the first time. How many childhood memories come to mind, what warm memories, in childhood there were different sensations, more vivid, enthusiastic, and now more emotional and a haze of sadness covers everything that happened. I walk along the road, every bend, hole, rut is familiar to me. How much water has flown under the bridge, where are you friends, there are no others...

Now the ruins of the “forester’s house” appeared, at least that’s how I know the ruins that appeared, the foundation of the house, the walls and the rest were not preserved, and every year the forest more and more reclaims them, once reclaimed by man. The forest is very economical and what a person leaves, he takes for himself, and to be more precise, the person conquered a piece of its possessions from the forest and lived here, but as soon as he left, the forest returned what was his. In place of the house there are bushes growing, the grass hides any human presence. Near the house there are trees planted by humans, these are cherry plums, they are starting to run wild and live an ordinary forest life, now there are no more fruits, I was here in August, picking large yellow berries. Oh, what a scent they gave off.

The third hour of my journey has begun. The road goes down, winding past the bizarre shapes of trees standing on both sides of the road, they look like giants, the fog gives them even more fabulousness and grandeur. I walk, enjoying the air, it is clean and fresh, it is impossible to breathe it in, like drinking well water in the summer heat. My goal is a stream. I go down the road, the fog still envelops me and suddenly emerges from it, a tree that looks like a hunter with a gun, but a stump that looks like a wild boar. Or even a terrible monster that frightens the traveler. The road goes down, sometimes falling steeply, sometimes leveling out along the horizon. Here is a fork to my right, the road is almost straight, on its left side I went into the forest not far away, I collected honey mushrooms in early autumn, they are so small, like children playing hide and seek, I look for them under the leaves, they can hide behind a tree, and lo and behold, They will all climb onto the stump in a cheerful group. Along the side of the road on the left side there are aspen trees growing between them; there is not tall grass between them, now it has dried up and has already been caught by the first frosts, but recently it was green, and I found boletuses, such tough ones, they were hiding in the grass in ones and twos. How good they tasted. From the memories, my stomach began to sing, I took out an apple, slurping and savoring it with great pleasure, I began to eat it, after two hours I worked up an appetite, after eating one, I take out another one. The fog cleared a little, visibility became wider, and it was very humid in the forest. Although I don’t see the sky, I imagine it as gray and gloomy, the clouds have tightly covered the rays of the sun. The road opens into an open place, a view of the gorge opens up, a deep gorge, where you can’t look, there are bare trees, and not long ago they were covered with leaves, each flaunted its own outfits and a variety of colors, now they stand and prepare for winter. I’m going down, I’m starting to go down, it’s slippery, my feet keep slipping. Underfoot is earth mixed with fine marl (the basis for cement production). Here I am below, a mountain stream has made its way among the rocks and now gurgles and rejoices, rains and groundwater have filled it, it is no longer the half-dried goner that it was in the summer, then it was difficult to find it among the rocks, it was he who disappeared, hiding in them, then appearing again. Now he is cheerful and cheerful, he was born in the depths of the pass and came here, blocking the road, I don’t need to go there, I’ll go along the gorge from where the stream flows. The stream is seething, grabbing everything that is lying badly along the banks, and having grabbed it, it drags it downstream. There are a lot of fallen leaves along the banks of the stream, they lie in a thick blanket, there is a danger of falling through and getting your feet wet, knowing this I step carefully, having first made sure of safety, checking in front of me with a stick, just like in a swamp.

I decide to go upstream, find a beautiful place, stop and refresh myself; it’s been four hours since I left the house. The stream meanders along the riverbed, making smooth turns, now to the right, now to the left, forming small lakes and waterfalls. In the gorge the fog thickens again and it seems that it has become even darker and more humid. Finally, around the next turn, I come out onto an island, washed on both sides by a stream, on it there are low bushes, young trees, in the middle lies a thick log and stones mark the place of the fire, there are still coals there. The tourists brought the log and, as best they could, created comfort on the island, it served them as an improvised bench, I see a designated place for a tent, memories emerge, a fire, a guitar, warmth, summer.

I sit down on a log, take off my backpack, restore my breathing, and listen to the silence. After catching my breath a little, I take out my simple supplies from my backpack, pour tea from a thermos, begin to slowly absorb my food and enjoy nature. Have you noticed how food in nature acquires a special taste, filled with special smells and tastes? Tea, the aroma from it is so tempting, but you need to wait, it is very hot and you have to wait. Now the tea has cooled down, I start eating sandwiches and drinking tea, how delicious it is, it seems to be the most delicious food in the world. I take a sip of tea, warmth spreads through my body, steam comes out of my mouth, it’s cold and damp, but I’m warm. I leave some tea, put the rest of the food in my backpack, sit, enjoy what I see and hear, and these are trees, a stream, a ravine and the murmur of the stream and the silence of the forest. Pleasant fatigue in the body, my whole body is filled with freshness, I feel inner peace. I would sit, watch and listen, but it’s time to go home, but I don’t want to, but I’m a child of asphalt and concrete. I'm ready, take one more look at the island and hit the road. I decide not to go back, but to go up the stream and onto the road that will lead me to the road along which I came to the stream. The road is familiar to me, I have climbed here many times, but then there was no fog, but this is not a hindrance and I stubbornly move forward. The stream meanders from right to left, after the next turn a low waterfall appears on my way, there is no way to climb, since there is nothing to grab onto and everything around is wet, just look, a fall is possible, and I’m alone and you won’t be able to shout for help. I go down lower and begin to climb the slope parallel to the stream, so as not to lose direction. It’s very slippery, my feet slide along the leaves, I grab tree branches with my hands, and, if possible, trunks, everything is wet, I skid like a car in the mud, but little by little the efforts spent begin to bring results, I slowly rise up. I overcome the ascent, and there are still more ascents and descents ahead, but even small descents strive to turn into ascents. As far as visibility allows, there are ravines and hills everywhere. I stay close to the stream, this is a landmark, and suddenly it hides in the mountain, I decide to climb to the top of the hill to determine the direction. I'm at the top, fog surrounds me, I try to look through it and see nothing, I choose the approximate direction to the road. I move forward, it begins to rain, it intensifies and then subsides. Not paying attention, I continue to climb, the terrain does not change up and down, from hill to hill. I have to stop, take off my shoes and wring out my socks, the rain is doing its job. Jeans, having gotten wet, now stand up, making it difficult to move. The rain intensified, forcing me to wait out its peak phase, this is a whole science, you need to put on a raincoat, find a stump, squat down on it, lower the raincoat lower, covering everything, then your trousers will not get wet, and water will not get into your boots. I made it on time, it began to rain heavily, but there is no way to sit like that forever, and the rain has almost stopped, so there is a slight drizzle. You'll have to wear a raincoat, it's extremely inconvenient in the forest, but there's no other way out. After sitting on the stump for about 20 minutes, I get up, my legs are numb, I warm up and move on. The rain damaged my equipment, my jacket, jeans were slightly wet, and most importantly, the most unpleasant thing was that I felt my socks were wet, if it weren’t for the raincoat, I could have been twisted. I need to go, firstly, to warm up, since I started to freeze from sitting, secondly, it’s better to be wet and warm. I walk forward from hill to hill, from hill to hill, at the next top of the hill I realized that I was lost. An unpleasant feeling is a mixture of slight fear and panic. The main thing is to suppress all this within yourself, stopping to calmly assess the situation. I haven’t found myself in such situations, I stop, try to calm down and choose a direction, but in the fog it’s not so easy; the unpleasantness of the situation is made worse by the light rain. The direction has been chosen, I’m walking, guided by the sound of the city, it’s a monotonous hum that can be heard here too. After an hour of wandering, I come out onto the road, so dear and familiar from childhood. I came to a very familiar place, a little up from the road I remember a clearing and a fallen tree. Luck found a clearing and a tree. The rain stopped, as if rewarding me for my efforts. I take off my cloak, turn it inside out, lay it on a tree and sit down, first I need to put on dry clothes. I take out a sweater, jeans, a T-shirt, a knitted hat, socks, and two small bags. I quickly take off my sweater and T-shirt, steam is coming from my body. I put on a dry T-shirt and a sweater, take off and change my jeans, put on a jacket, having done this, I proceed to my feet, take off my shoes, pour out the water, take off my socks and use them to wipe off the wetness inside my shoes, put dry socks on top of them with plastic bags and put my shoes on this cake. It’s good, my feet are dry, my shirt is dry. Now grab some leftover food and rest and hit the road. In terms of time, according to calculations, I will reach the pass at dusk. An hour's journey to the main road. But food is the key to success and of course hot tea. After eating and drinking, I give five minutes of peace and quiet. I look around the area, the fog has almost receded, the rain has stopped completely. The forest was all dressed in gray clothes, wet from the rain, standing in anticipation of winter. I didn’t move, as if trying to merge with this beauty. And as happens in fairy tales, the wind blows in my direction, I hear a rustling, five meters away from me there is a fallen tree and a real red fox rushes headlong towards it. She froze. The wind in my direction left me, invisible to her. I froze and began to examine her; her red color ended with a white tassel at the tip of her tail and her paws were black. She froze, suddenly turning, as if on a whim, she saw me, our eyes met, we looked at each other, it was a moment, it seemed like an eternity had passed. The whole world and the meeting of two solitudes, very different, and so similar. And for many kilometers there was no one. I am alone, she is alone and the ocean of the forest is silent and sad. And the moment passed, she rushed, only the tip of her tail determined her run. I sat spellbound, the forest gave me a gift. Many years have already passed, and the fox still stands before my eyes, a beautiful, proud child of the forest, there was something in her look that cannot be forgotten. How deep is the understanding of the natural world.

I get up, look at myself, take my backpack down to the road, and walk as if in a dream, impressed by the meeting. How disconnected a city dweller is from nature, that such a meeting leaves so many memories in it. According to my calculations, I will reach the pass at dusk. The forest is quickly getting darker. The road gradually went uphill. Avoiding the puddles, I walk along the side of the road. It's getting dark. Here is the fork in the road, the “forester’s house”. The forest parted, the road leads me to the pass to a fork in the road, to the lake to the right, and to me straight ahead.

It’s dark in the forest, but it’s lighter here, but it’s gentle to hurry. The fog remained in the forest, exposing the pass. I stop to look at the city from a height of almost 600 meters. The city is clearly visible, it’s already a little dark, and it has lit its thousands of lights and is all glowing like a New Year’s tree. The wind dispersed the clouds, the sky began to decorate itself with bright stars, the beautiful moon came out, today it is full and from its light, it is bright and joyful. It's already getting dark and we need to hurry. I’m starting to descend, it’s strange, but when you go up, you think that going down is much easier, and then, starting to go down, you quickly change your mind. Because of the tension during the descent, the legs begin to quickly get tired from the constant tension of the muscles, from shock and vibration, sometimes goosebumps run through the legs, and fatigue quickly accumulates. And you already think that it is better to go up than to go down. I walk along the road, the moon illuminates my path, I carefully descend and carefully look at my feet. Here I go down the steep path very carefully, sliding, and sometimes sitting down on my fifth point because my legs slipped and went forward. The path was left behind, I was walking along the road leading along the gorge, it was very dark and if not for the moon, I would have to walk in complete darkness by touch. Looking into the gorge, I see a stream at the bottom; in the light of the moon it looks like a giant boa constrictor. The outer houses had already appeared, and I felt the asphalt under my feet. The benefits of civilization are strange, but they are pleasant; along the edges of the road there are lonely lamps, there are three of them along the entire street. The dogs bark, notifying me of my approach; it’s already evening and the street is no longer crowded. I go down to the main road where trolleybuses go, go to the stop and there it is, so unprepossessing and cute to any traveler, a bench, I sit down with great pleasure, my legs are buzzing, I wait. A trolleybus approaches and carries me through the city, already tired from the weekend. It’s cool and windy, a rare passer-by, wrapped in clothes, wanders down the street, probably home or on a visit. The city lives an ordinary life, the lights are on in the windows, they have dinner, watch TV, and communicate. I arrived, my stop, I go down the hill and here is my house, entrance, floor, door. I open the door, the smell hits my nose, it’s special, it’s the smell of comfort. I close the door behind me. I begin to take off all my clothes and leave them on the floor, then she will have to wash, dry, iron, and now let her lie down and take a break from the walk. Having taken off everything, I go into the bathroom, open the tap, and let the hot water run. This is what I've been thinking about for the last half hour, while the water is pouring, I go to the kitchen, put the kettle on, sit down and before my eyes is the look of a fox, that there is empty contemplation in them, fear from surprise, or maybe deeper, the whole essence of the existence of a living thing was looking at me from depths of centuries.

A cheerful whistle announced tea. I drink, getting burned and enjoying. And now in the bath, having made a thick foam, I immerse my tired body in the water, it envelops the body and the pleasant warmth dissolves fatigue and all the worries of the day, I begin to acquire weightlessness, how great it is to find myself in the bathroom after the cold. I lie there, mentally remembering the whole day today, it turned out to be rich in impressions, such days remain in the memory for many years.

After washing, I leave the bathroom, go to the kitchen and have dinner, but there is something to compare with, eating in nature and in the kitchen. Then, pouring tea with lemon into a large mug, I go into the room. Having climbed with my feet onto the windowsill, I look at the city, in the distance I can see the pass, I was there today, I mentally return there. The mountains are almost invisible, they were again shrouded in fog, I remember today, it was special, unique, exceptional, eventful, memorable, however, one of the days of my life, so simple and so dear, like that meeting in the forest, the meeting of two solitudes...

city. Novorossiysk 06/17/2011 (B.D.M)

Witch's Thicket

Statuses about forests and nature are truly inexhaustible, just as the inexhaustible beauty of flowers, grass and trees. After walking along the paths, you don’t even want to return home. Therefore, many people immediately try to share their wonderful impressions with readers.

How important it is to be alone with nature

1000 sounds are heard in the forest. The singing of birds is heard, the rustling of leaves reaches the ears, the knock of a woodpecker pleases the heart. But sometimes it seems that only here there is complete silence. Because there is no main source of noise - the human voice.
Don't know how to solve a difficult problem? Go into the forest and think carefully about the questions that trouble your soul. The answer to them will suddenly come by itself.
Why do you feel so much better in the company of birds and animals than in the company of people?
How beautiful the flowers, berries, trees are! How disgusting the dirty city streets are.
For many people, in the thicket, like a snake from under a stone, all the abomination that was previously invisible at first glance crawls out of their souls.
You listen to how wonderful the birds sing in the forest and you no longer want to listen to the most famous pop singers.
Touch any flower and suddenly you will feel like a real miracle has been revealed to you.
Morning nature is as beautiful as evening nature.
Each person has his own thicket within himself.
Painters who paint the forest have managed to reveal its most cherished secrets.
Do not be afraid of the roads leading into the dark forest. Life's paths are much sadder.
For those who break a tree, sooner or later nature will break their bones.
If they told me that I would die tomorrow, I would spend today in the deepest thicket.
The birch edge gives birth to dreams and puts them into the human soul.
The beauty of nature must be understood. Don't look down on her. You are a guest in the forest, not the owner.
Thicket trolls are not as terrible as those entrenched on the Internet.
It’s easier to negotiate with a bear than with officials.
The clearing is never empty. If you look at your feet, you can see how life is in full swing here.

Don't be afraid of the secrets hidden in nature

Look behind the tree. There's a secret waiting for you there.
Even the most frightening forest offers hope.
Don't be afraid of the thicket. It's much scarier on a city street.
People only think that nature does not notice them. He watches their every move. You can't come to her with dirty thoughts.
The animal in the forest is a miracle. A man in the forest is a danger.
Only someone who doesn't like trees can get lost among them.
The forest is very simple, but try to figure it out.
For some reason, the phrase: “I am the son of a prosecutor” did not make an impression on the bear.
Any pain can be cured in nature.
In the clearing you understand that the fairy tale is not fiction, but reality.
Nature is capable of absorbing even death, making it not scary, but peaceful.
As soon as a person enters the thicket, he dissolves in it.
The rain among the trees washes away the tears from your face and the sadness from your soul.
Birds in the forest even fly differently than in the city.
He who comes to the clearing with an open soul leaves with a full heart.
Nature will hug you, press you to your chest, and the pain will slowly leave your soul.

Quotes about nature in English with translation

One touch of nature makes the whole world skin. William Shakespeare

One touch of nature makes the whole world feel like home. William Shakespeare

The day, water, sun, moon, night — I do not have to purchase these things with money. Plautis

Day, water, sun, moon, night - I don't need to buy these things with money. Plato

Those who find beauty in all of nature will find themselves at one with the secrets of life itself. L. Wolfe Gilbert

Those who find beauty in all of nature will find themselves at one with the secrets of life itself. L. Wolf Gilbert

Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage. Thomas Kincade

Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with the beauty of a sunset, with the silence of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage. Thomas Kinkade

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. John Ruskin

The sunshine is delightful, the rain is refreshing, the wind excites us, the snow excites us; There really is no such thing as bad weather, only different types of good weather. John Ruskin

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven. Rabindranath Tagore

Trees are the earth's endless attempt to speak to the listening heavens. Rabindranath Tagore

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. Walt Whitman

Give me a garden of beautiful flowers that smells at dawn, where I can walk in peace. Walt Whitman

Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind. Amit Ray

Looking at the beauty in the world is the first step to purifying the mind. Amit Ray

I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful an endless prospect of magic and wonder. Ansel Adams

I believe that the world is incomprehensibly beautiful, an endless vista of magic and wonder. Ansel Adams

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonely, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. Edward Abbey

Let your paths be crooked, winding, lonely, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. Edward Abbey

Those who contemplate the beauty of the Earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. Rachel Carson

Those who contemplate the beauty of the Earth find reserves of strength that will last as long as life lasts. Rachel Carson

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it. Jules Renard

There is no heaven on earth, but there are parts of it. Jules Renard

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Don't destroy nature

Nature reveals its deepest secrets to those who come completely alone. That’s why every status about a walk in the forest is so wonderful. He breathes philosophical thoughts about the meaning of life.

If there are a lot of trees, then they must be protected. If there are few of them, then they must be preserved. If they are not there, then they need to be planted.
In spring you encounter the forest as if you met a lost lover.
Not even the most beautiful street or avenue can compare with an ordinary path among the trees.
Listen to nature. You will hear what beauty sounds like.
The forest is a decoration on the body of the earth.
In the clearing, people understand that they themselves are becoming something more than the average urban person-unit.
The one with the thicket on “You” will never die of hunger.
Mushrooms should be collected with gratitude, and not for profit or entertainment.
The first spring flowers are a gift to people from nature.
Do you want to do good? Go and plant a tree.
The forest creates a reservoir of fresh air. No more powerful energy boost for the soul and body.
Those who destroy nature do not gain, but lose.
He who plants trees creates joy for his children and grandchildren.
People cut down forests, and then wonder why their souls are so deserted.
The birch forest gives new strength. Boron strengthens the soul. The aspen forest cleans it up. The spruce forest helps one come to terms with the hardships of life.
Those who drink beer in the clearings, ride bicycles and yell in groups are robbing themselves.
Enemies do not come from abroad. Enemies are those who cut down trees for profit.
You cannot die of hunger or thirst in the forest.
Don't be afraid of nature. Be afraid not to visit its open spaces.
No animal is as cruel as man.
There is nothing more wonderful than the aroma of leaves and grass in the morning.
The more actively houses are heated with the help of trees, the colder they will become after a while.
More often than not, even the most expensive piece of jewelry looks shabby.
Russian nature is stingy and harsh. But there is nothing more beautiful than her northern modest beauty.
If you hear the voice of the forest, you will understand what the meaning of life is.
It’s not the ticks on branches and bushes that are scary, but our medicine.
Leaves and flowers - a meeting with nature.
When people enter the thicket, the fairy tale ends.
Why is the sky at the edge of the forest so different from the city sky? It's the same everywhere. Yes, it's not like that.
If there is dirt lying around in the forest, then only a person leaves it. Nature doesn't litter.
The birch grove is beautiful even without people.
Don't be afraid to get your feet dirty in the clearing. Be afraid to stain your soul near the TV.

Most people are not able to live without nature, although modern existence is not at all conducive to admiring its beauty. Therefore, wonderful statuses about the forest are created, beautiful and sad. They are extremely poetic and give a person the strength to move forward.

An anecdote about a mower and an alien forester

A man is walking across the field, mowing. A transistor radio hangs on his chest. “Dear residents of the farms of the Uysky district! ” – the receiver broadcasts. “Yesterday evening a flying saucer landed near the village of Zyutkeli. Friendly humanoids flew to us on it. If you meet them, please, without sudden movements, in simple, intelligible terms, explain who you are, where you are from, what you do - don’t be afraid, they won’t do anything bad to you. Signs of aliens: squat, hands to the ground, red faces, slightly bulging eyes. Please, if you see any of them, notify your local UFO office. ” The man grinned into his beard (“Look, these city guys will come up with something!”) and calmly mowed on. He mows to the end of the clearing, turns back, looks - bah! is sitting! Squat, hands to the ground, red mug and bulging eyes! The man says with trembling lips: “Grass...” points to the ground, “scythe...” to the scythe, “mower...” points a finger at himself, “mow...” depicts the corresponding process. The alien doesn't say a word. “Grass... Scythe... Mower... Mow...” the man repeats. Silence again. The man also froze - not good, apparently!.. Suddenly the alien comes to life and, pointing towards the forest, says: - Forest... - points to himself, - forester... I’m sitting... Shitting...

Jokes about forests and animals

The Bear, the Wolf and the Hare lived in the same hut. Bear had a stash of vodka. One day he went into the forest, and the Wolf and the Hare remained at home. The Hare comes up to the Wolf and says: - Let's have a drink! - What are you talking about, the Bear will rip our heads off later. “It’s okay, when he starts asking about vodka, the main thing is to make your eyes bigger, they say, you didn’t even see it, and then we’ll get out of it somehow.” They drank the bear's stash. In the evening, the Bear discovered it was missing and asked: “Where is my vodka?” The Wolf has eyes the size of a nickel, and the Hare says to him: “Well, with his eyes stuck out, tell everything to Uncle Misha!”

The teacher asks a question during the lesson “The world around us.” - What are animals most afraid of in the forest? The answer is in unison... - Waving! The lion called all the animals and said: Whoever jumps from that high mountain can fuck my lioness. The animals climbed the mountain, and the Lion stood below and waited. Waiting, waiting, suddenly the dot flew down, grew larger, WHAM - the Bear fell, and immediately climbed back. The lion says: “Well, Bear, fuck the lioness.” And he climbs and climbs! Lev says: - Hey, Bear, where are you going? - First I’ll fuck the one who threw me off.. The rabbit didn’t have a rabbit for so long that even the wolves in the forest were afraid of him. The Hare returned from the army. He served there as a sailor. He walks through the forest and sings cheerfully: “A young sailor is going on leave!” And a Wolf in a landing uniform comes towards him, looks at the Hare and sings: “The old woman is waiting in vain for her son to come home!” The animals fell into the pit. They are sitting. Suddenly the hare said threateningly: “Who ruined the air?!” Leo: - I am. What? The hare, raising his thumb in admiration: - Wow!.. The bun rolls through the forest and curses without stopping. A hare walks by and curses the hare. A wolf walks past - a wolf. There's a bear coming - a bear. Well, they got angry - they came to the fox: - Fox, eat the kolobok - he was already tired of swearing at everyone. - Guys, I ate a kolobok last year, but this is not a kolobok, it’s a hedgehog that came from the zone. - Hare, why are you sitting here and writing? - Diploma. - What topic? -Like hares eat wolves. - What are you doing?! Oblivious, oblique?! Well, let's go into those bushes over there and figure out who's winning! - Okay, but let’s better go to those. They come in, and there is a bear - he takes the wolf, twists it into a knot and gives it to the smiling hare. – Remember, gray, it doesn’t matter what the topic is, the main thing is who the supervisor is!

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