Today showed me how beautiful simple things can be. It's so nice just to enjoy a walk in the warm sun in spring. Oh, how I love days like these. When I walked this street in winter, it all looked so dark and cold, people were so dull. But today, how I love this street. The beautiful little trees, the prettiest flowers, the friendly gentlement passing by, the smiling girls dancing in their dresses, it all seems so unrealistic.Oh sound of the sundriven car, of the ringing bycicle, sound of the giggling, jumping kids. How beautiful these sounds are in spring.
Lonelines in winter is so hard, so painful. But what is more sweet than walking alone in spring? How nice to have the sun on your face, how nice to sing sweet songs of spring, spring, spring. How nice would it be to live in a land of eternal spring? Would I ever stop loving it? Would a person be able to get used to the perfect temperature, the perfect smiles, the perfect songs, the perfect clothes? I have lived for a while in a city of eternal spring, just for a few months. But did I grow tired of it? Off course not! I would love to stay in such place for the rest of my days.
I remember the uttermost beautiful scene, grifted in my memory for eternity. So simple, so innocent, so beautiful, so spring, so close to summer. That apple-eating beauty touched my soul. So for me that is perfection: a beautiful lady eating an apple in spring.
It's all so easy, we shouldn't look too far, the sun has the answers I believe.
From Olya's diary:
ReplyDelete"I remember that day. It was in spring. I was sitting on the bench in front of our village house. I was still young back then. I loved to feel the warm fondling touch of the sun rays... And I still do, but the years and their memories have added a sad nostalgic feeling to my meetings with the sun.
But that spring day.... I never knew I would remember it for anything special... it seemed like any other.. I was visiting my grandparents in my spring break from university. It was one of the first warm days, so everyone was taking the chance to go outside. Two little boys were chasing a chicken on the dusty road. Little girls were giggling and dancing around.. with their dresses following each energetic movement.. The apple trees in our garden had just changed and were now wearing their white blossom dresses too. And there was me.. sitting on the bench, enjoying the careless view, eating an apple from my grandpa's cellar. He knew how to keep them fresh and juicy during the winter, until the trees generously give us their new fruit.
I was enjoying every bite of that beautiful reality... when that young man appeared on our street. He was a stranger to our village. And he also looked like he was a stranger to spring too. Sure, everyone was enjoying the warmth and beauty of the day.. but that man... he looked like he was encountering such a view for the first time in his life.. He looked happy.. relaxed.. and enjoying the moment... You could tell he never felt this way before... He was looking around, absorbing the picture with a thirst for more. Then his eyes fell on me..."
Hm, long since I read it. Hope you keep writing.
DeleteOlya sure knows how to write. Perhaps she saw Fonchito, would be a pretty strange and scary experience!
ReplyDeleteImpressive!
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