City Of Destinies.

Spiritual house. The House considers that in this vain world it is just necessary to learn to reduce speed of events for fruitful work and happy existence. The ode of slowness is capable to strengthen impressions of an era of idleness. The House sings of the “world for rest”, but it came to it not at once. The earth on which he lives is filled by inhabitants, similar to him. Towers of the same height, growing with a wild speed and quickly collapsing, because of weak support. After withering on this place new fortress grows. This circulation has the extraordinary speed which does not give in to understanding of our hero. He is tired of staying in a space of one-day of existence (as a short-lived butterfly). He chose a place for growth, near the colleagues, he chose himself the way "Without vanity". The house wanted to observe sunsets and sunrises, how waves crash into stones, to listen to the singing of birds in the morning, to feel how the structure of its interior grows and grows stronger. The cover of all residents of the town is identical, and the area and color of spiritual space differs. Some have nuances, and others contrasts, and some darkness. But this House just exhaled bright colors (red, blue, yellow, turquoise etc.). Each inhabitant has a form-patron on the roof. The totem of the House was not the same as others had — it had a shabby wooden log hut, which appeared that it’s just about to collapse. All other form-patrons of houses represented fortresses, beacons and stone constructions. The union of the owner and the object happened for a reason. The house planned to develop further, but its totem was at the final days of existence, and without form patron he will not be able to grow up in new life. Having prepared for own destruction, he looked at the horizon one last time. It was so silent, so quiet, so there was a wish that this day was remembered in the following life, but the destiny disposed differently. Wind flies up and forces down a tower, that falls sideways and slides down the mountain, and wind shouts to it: "Do not worry, you will meet on the way the impudent artist with a painted body and the careful athlete in a wooden chain armor, he will take care of your patron, and you will be able see sunrises and sunsets, and together you will find the earth, not many people will know about, there you will create the happy city." The place of their casual meeting was this earth. The place which is not marked on the map and exists in nonexistent scale. Architects as equals participated in the drama of emergence of the city, rhythms and loud (silent) sounds of ratios of forms organized an ornament, comfortable for everyone.

Polar House. The house grew up on the northern edge of the earth, where bright various colors are combined with tranquility and pacification, and where majestic pine forests strike with their power. There are a lot of miracles here. Bees give honey in four times larger quantities, than in the south, and bats and owls hunt at bright light of the sun. Some call it the country of the midnight sun, others - the kingdom of polar night. Wherever you look - everywhere heavy granite massifs and stones disseminated on their slopes. The nature of the northern House is calculated on a possibility of long autonomous existence in the severe environment. On this world cold pole the space and time is felt absolutely in a different way. For months morning dances with night, and they do not leave until day does not waken after a long dream. The house is dressed in the wooden chain armor which already saw many winters and passed kilometers of roads across the coast of northern waters. Indoors there are no pieces of furniture, only warm light of lamps fills the hall. At a daylight the hall sparkles white beams of the sun. It's not truly empty inside, all its details are particles of memory. For example, when it was small, it had only 4 supports, wind taught it to move on a stony contour of the earth, pushing his fluctuating body. Long nights taught him to exhale warm light inside and to take care of people around. Over the years the House grew stronger and found all leadership skills, which promoted emergence of the small settlement around it. The house was a patron, the center of origin and object of association, all surrounding log huts were also dressed in wood attires. But there was a day when the village was flooded by the cold waters, which came from strange lands to win these land. The house could not endure this event, wind helped it to rise on all its 4 support again as in its childhood, and to leave native places in search of new life.

The house at the foot of the phosphoric mountain. At the foot of the phosphoric white mountain a small object was born. The house, which is given rise from fragments, overcame influence of industrial garbage, became noteworthy and respected as an independent object, with the thinnest esthetic taste and immense snobbery. He justifies his unusual roof with an opening, not with such familiar functions as the penetration of air, light, etc., but as a kind of pathos with drawing attention to himself as an artist. The whole body of the house is covered with infinite tattoos, reminding him of all tests he overcame. His childhood was not joyful. He lived among working fragments, he had to drive on industrial cars from one dump to another more than once, by miracle he did not get into garbage processing. At these moments, while passing large cities, being at garbage pile top, the House watched the most beautiful proportions of historical and wisest buildings. Survival in the severe urban environment helped him to find the language of internal construction. But this street robber, unfortunately could not adapt in the city. Having completely created itself as the personality, it returned to the roots, to that phosphoric mountain. It was that sense of nostalgia and feelings of the place for loneliness where it needed to return for restoration. One sunny autumn morning, looking on the native white massif of natural phosphorus shrouded in a belt of construction stones, the house heard the words of wind that someone is waiting for him. Waiting somewhere, where he will be appreciated, supported and loved strongly. Without deliberating our “nightingale the robber” went on the road.

And there arose on that land a city that lives and flourishes to this day. Situated on distant lands, which you can only reach astride an eagle.