- Look, what a master piece.
- Yes, it is really great.
The big picture in a modern exhibition had a big success.
- This means lightness and darkness, - said the woman in a rosy hat.
- No, the man in green suit interrupted her. - The light is love and the dark is hatred.
- It has a very deep sense. The struggle between good and bad.
- I?d rather say that it is a desire of harmony.
- Pay attention how the master chose the position of figures.
- You are right. It has something to do with fantasy and reality.
Two men could not find the agreement.
- The author shows the developments of a human personality.
- No, he shows the passion between man and woman.
Critics had a good job. Some were for the picture and some against but no one was indifferent. They were writing articles, critisizing, then writing books of ideas what it is in the picture and what the painter wanted to tell.
- It is ? - No, it means different. It is? Suddenly, a little five-years-old girl came up to the picture. She was looking at it for some minutes, and then laughted.
- Look, - she shouted. ? It is an old piece of cloth dirty from flies.
Autumn, 2005
Dream
To marry such a handsome and clever boy, it was a luck. She was really glad spending time with him, kissing, speaking about their future. The only thing worried her ? it was the way they met ? it was by? internet. Better than in the street, but still. She would prefer that they met in Paris, the romantic city, the romantic love place. Since her childhood, no idea why she invented such thing ? but she was sure that her trip to Paris would change her life? she did every thing she could ? saved money ? and it was rather hard as she spent much time studying after school and not working, and finally went there. The city impressed her much ? the real centre of Europe? It was many times she was re-looking her photos taking there. But her life was not really changed after the trip. Anyway, she was not sad and never regret having travelled there.
The wedding day was nice and young married were happy.
? She woke up, still hugging her husband. The sun bean slipped through the window, and make the room bright. And she remembered. Same years ago, in mus?e, d?Orsay, near the Waterlilies by Monet. She was shooting a little video of the picture but as it was very big, she had to step back. Just behind a man was making a photo from that picture. They hit each other, and he had to hug her to keep the balance. She looked into his eyes, told thanks and they laughed from such a funny situation. She was coming back in thoughts to that young man several times, feeling something light and beautiful. And she did not know that would find him by chance after some years. But now she knew what present to make him ? a big reproduction of that famous lucky picture.
19.10.2005.
Baby in Brown.
The woman who sells newspapers in the supermarket was thinking that her job is not boring. She could read new presses, could think her thoughts, could look at customers ? she liked to imagine the life of some people who enter the shop. That day, just before the week-end, there were more people in the shop as usual ? everyone tried to buy stuff they need not to spend the time in the week-end. One couple attracted the woman?s attention ? mostly because both young man and young woman were very good ? looking and intelligent. Or maybe because they were in love ? and it is always a pleasure to look at people in love. A man was tall and dark ? haired, young woman, was thin ? her white modern coat suited her much; her free hair were beautiful, laying on shoulders. They came up to the shelf with juice and were trying to choose for sure the best ones.
People were moving in and out of the shop-tired, glad, thoughtful? everyone paying no attention to others.
Suddenly, a baby ? and it was a little girl ? with a pair of stupid blue eyes come out from the next raw, looked around and went directly to the young couple. The baby was wearing brown suit with yellow dots ? it was rather strange because a rare baby suit was of such a terrible taste. A young woman looked around, then noticed her? and looked at baby with widely open eyes full of fear and something else. The baby stood just in front of them, showing by her little finger that she wanted that box on the top. The young man wanted to take the child and moved up to the probable box she wanted, but woman in white coat shouted ? ?Leave her, please, leave?... and burst in crying. The man was very surprised ? he knew that his fianc?e loves children. He hugged her by shoulders and they came out of the shop. The young woman calmed down and said ? please, sorry, I am very tired and if the child would dirty your jacket by her shoes, I have no time to clean it. Still surprised, the man thought that it was a long stressful working week and his fianc?e just need a good free week-end.? That?s ok, my love?, he said and kissed her.
No one knew that when a young woman turned around near the shelf of juices, she noticed her ex-boy-friend whom she loved and parted many years ago. It was his child.
19.10.2005
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... for Love is like a child,
That longs for every thing
that he can come by.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona.
William Shakespeare.
He did not want to be alone at the holiday. Besides, he missed his parrents who lived in a little town, the town of his childhood. Having choices-either to stay alone or to go with friends for a terrible noisy party as he once did or to spend the holiday with his parents, obviously, he chose the variant number three.
But now he had doubts if he was right. Their relatives and friends came to celebrate the holiday at the house of his parents. He was glad to see them, but...
There were many in the room, they were speaking to each other, smiling, everyone had a couple. He felt more lonely with them, even more if he were alone.
It became hot in the room, and he was tired from people. He came up to the window, deeper in the room, and had a look outside. It was winter, and thought it was not late, it was dark outside. The snow was falling and falling. The light, which was slighty pouring from the windows of the houses, the lights from the street lamps, was reflecting from the snow and made the evening not too dark as it was usual in winter. The wind was touching bare branches of trees, was playing with snowflakes. How lonely and sadly outside, - he thought and at the same time he heard his cousine who was sitting on the knees of her boy-friend:
? Anthony, have a look how beautiful it is outside. It is cold, yes, but the winter has winds that paints the windows, it gives the snow which makes everything white and hides not pleasant things. It makes houses inside more cosy and comfortable.
Her boy-friend kissed her as a reply that he fully agreed. Maybe, they see everything in a different way because they are in love?
He put away his light-brown slightly curved hair from his forehead and leaned it to the cool window glass. He was looking at the snow flakes and thinking. He always felt that he was special, higher morally from all those people he knew. He never was too proud of himself, never felt or showed his superiority to other people but he always felt his uniqueness. He was feeling different.
He had a look at stars. Some of them were twinkling brightly on the background of a dark sky. Suddenly, he felt something strange ? he understood that somewhere she, his girl, was looking at stars at the same moment and was thinking the same things as he was. His feeling was not logical, was out of sense, but it was so real that he was sure in it more than he was sure in anything else.
He tried to imagine her ? he saw a slim girl who had brown hair but he could not catch a glimpse of her face. He only knew that her character was very similar to his one. She felt also special, different from other people.
He felt a joy which was raising in him, his feelings were changing each other so fast.
He turned from the window and looked at people. They were speaking as some minutes ago, no one noticed anything about him. Suddenly, they heard that someone was ringing at the door.
***
She was enjoying her trip ? she always liked to see new places. But she was tired, so decided to have a drink. She entered a cafe and chose the table outside. She took a glass of pepsi-cola and began looking at people. Photography was her hobby and she liked to make photos of people and sights, nature and animals. She had a little modern photo-camera and sometimes people even did not notice that they were object of her camera. She turned to look around and saw him. She recognized him at once. She saw him so many times in her dreams. She could tell the slightest details of his character. He was sitting with his friend and speaking, from time to time entering into deep thoughts. She took her camera and made a picture. Hopefully, neither him nor another boy paid an attention to it.
She was looking and looking at him. She did not know how they would be introduced to each other, did not know his reaction, did not know even his language ? she was on trip in his country. But she was not thinking about it ? she was glad that she found him.
***
It was winter and she was driving in a car. She asked two of her friends to drive her to one house.
She was holding a photo in her hands and looking at the boy which was on it. She had a look outside ? it was snowy, - and she looked in the sky. Watching stars, she had a strange feeling as it he was doing the same and thinking about her.
Revising the conversation which she heard same years ago in a caf? and the information which she could find out after, she got to know his address. She did not know what his reaction would be when they met, but she knew that she had to do it, to meet him, to speak with him, for the sake of them both.
***
His mother told ? one more guest came. She went to open the door. In a minute she came back, looking at her son.
A girl is asking you, ? she said.
His mother stopped looking at him with a wish that he would marry, stopped speaking with him about it. Only sometimes he noticed a pity in her eyes when she was looking at him. She realized that he was special, different and needed the same girl. Just a girl, any-girl would not make him happy.
He was calm. And it was strange. He was easy to get excited. He came up to the door and saw her. He immediately understood that is was she. He did not know how she found him, what her job and hobbies were. But he knew that he would not let her go. They found each other.
8.12.2005
The name of the boy begins at ?E?, the town of his childhood ? at ?K?, his country ? at ?S?. X ? EKS.
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