Basgal
Last years the number of tourists visiting Basqal from far countries rose. You can not tear yourself away from the charming landscape while ascending mountain through the grandiose bridge over Girdman river. The villages scattered about bosom of mountain, the mountain air itching the throat, mounatins supporting each other are charming a man.Sun rays straining through leaves of big venerable trees spread like fine and tender tulle on ashphalt chest of road. Down breath is felt from valleys, humid air of forest together with aroma of trees and shrubs cuddling up to the earth spread odd perfume to surroundings.
Our lungs were getting up and down like bellows after wormwood air of bare pains left behind. Woody mountains should to shoulder stand as if to show beauties of these places. The twitter of birds mixed one another. Somewhere a nightingale voice as if accompanied us all over the way.
The whether is changing suddenly even in the hottest month of summer when turning from Hesenkhan garden to «Agh Yol», fresh breeze of Emreky forest resembling your hart. Woody lands flow together with glades rarely. A great dwelling place of national craftsman Basqal comes in sight. Here blueness of spring sky makes prettiness beyond description flowing together with fresh greennes of earth.Dew drops on leaves of trees are steel twinkling deep as tears in more seen, shapelier and not sun ray falling places of forest. Slope begins and we start to rise up from the bridge built on river-bed. We rise up to center of settlement by narrow turns cobbled with flat, plane stone.
It is impossible to look at without amazement to clean, tidily streets of Basqal reminding by analogy to Icherisheher (Old City) of Baku. Large Square is the senter of settlement. Here was cultural and trade center of Basqal for centuries. Adminstrative buildings passed to other side of river know were also around this bazar square. Two mosque, bath - the memory of XVI century, old constructions are also around this square. Old, giant plane layed his arms over the mosque. There was tea-room, barber's shop in hollow of the lower plane trunk in different times. Beautiful view is opening from bazar square to Sayad Mountain, Fit Mountain and surrounding forests.
Tiding of every construction in Basqal comes through ancient centuries. Nobody knows the age of venerable pane. According to the words of some old men, already is five hundred years that, the pane casts his shadow to large area opening his wings as falcon. His diameter is more than four meters.We turned back through Demirchybazar Street, passed over the bridge and outwalked near by comparatively young cemetery for looking at ancient construction of Basqal streets. There is reddish wormwoody glade named «Moollah's place» on the hill. Habil's comand is playing mournful song. Song of music amazemently mixed with our thoughts about Basqal and Basqalians.
The world of excelences and pecularity embraced us. We feel some of beauty, poetic, harmounious music mood in Mother Nature. Such native land itself is thousand and one with, thousand and one desire. Pride of mountains, buble of spring, endlessness of flats aren't they have marvelous mucis influence?
To rest in shadow of old and wise oak with unreavaling age, with unseen top, to gaze to the hormbeam tree whcich lives with the wish to reach the skies, to listen the wisper of lives of gathered tall planes, high, frail poplar is it not music? Pleasent smell of rose and flower shotting thousand colours, bleating of lamps and sheeps, neighting of well-staled hourse, singing of thousand and one sing of birds with warbling are these not pleasant music songs?
Basqal is like imaginary cities about which grandmothers talked in long winter nights. River like silver belt, dividing the settlement to this and that side in the foot makes a noise, becomes pure and limpid as tear among the stones and disappears from view far off. Dismal melody of welbuilt trees on right and left sides of river mixes to the babble of waters.Red-white iron roof of houses as if climbed to each other, minarets of mosques glitters in the sun shine on dome of sky.
