The centuries-old beautiful cedars on the mountain slopes firmly squeeze the stones with their paws-roots. Beautiful giants with umbrella crowns, trunks in several girths, floors-branches, evergreen masters of the Divine Grove. People believe that the Gods themselves sent the cedars to the earth. If it were not for them, who would have held these stones? It seems that they have always been here, and always will be, no matter how many centuries have passed. Order samples