Silent and starlit night. How it is wonderful after a difficult, hard working day to find yourself on a marvelous coast, where the fire burns. Whom and when it was lit by? What difference, it??â??â??ll burn so long as you will come here, to look as little tongues of the flame dance on an easy wind, to look as the sparks rise in the air and die away, and to think of something that by all means good. The ancient considered, that observing how the fire burns it is necessary to think only of good things. Or it is possible simply to dream. Sometimes it seems that the fire tries to tell you something, and then, look attentively, try to understand its words, maybe it something prompts to you? Or it wants to tell the history? And when you, sitting on the log and throwing up the twigs in the fire, suddenly will feel sights of hundreds stars, be not surprised, they just look together with you in fire and see there the embodiment of their dreams. Have you ever mused on what the stars to dream? Well,