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Lukaschik Gleb

In labyrinths of Versailles.

Ministry of Tourism of France can use any part of this article without asking me of permission.


I said to staying two Frenchwomen at entrance for a ticket two times that I’m going to Versailles when they talked about “Paris”. Later in making stroll in gardens of used to be royal places, I recalled a conversation and understood it was pronunciation of “Palace”. I immediately thought on Inspector Clouseau in a German hotel.


Fountains were grandiose, but they didn’t work. Dilapidated figures of Apollo’s-something and it’s exposed rusty tubes of almost waterless pool couldn’t amaze me. Monuments were covered in bags and tied by rope. Maybe it was modern art approach as it was preposterous bedspreading of Arc of Triumph. I looked on a grass with eyes of a landscape designer, whom I was in the USA, and they were merciless. Lawns were unmown. As well as knolls on the roads. Modern pots with tasteless plants. Naked trees reminded that it was November. You can lost and die in gardens from boredom. I didn’t go to checking of the right side.


I was thinking that revolutionaries took the finest by walking in rooms of Trianon. I should came here for more two hundred thirty years ago. Presented dishes had resemblances with what had my grandparents. Squirrels were the most memorable and flabbergasting. I tried to jump away from territory in looking for exit. In returning to the palace I saw moving many people to there from where I came. I was thinking on their naivety.


I watched on exciting designs of coaches and then I went to the palace, which visit in few rooms after turned to monotonous by seeing portraits, portraits, usual royal bedroom and once again all then. It was likewise to reading tabloids with celebrities. I rarely saw a subject for attention and dignified piece of art. The most special of mine inside presence in the palace in how I waded through crowds of people (and, be damned Apple, many of them did snapping from smartphones.). I was doing fast look around for move to exit. I did escaping as from revolution (I don’t why I have this comparison on mind when I never was on royal side.).


It can’t be beautiful if based on human ego as said Marquise Astolphe de Custine.


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