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| by Alexander N. Kalinkin |
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My new workBIRTH OF THE FLOWERA gentle ray fell onto the surface of the water,And the enlightened water revived. A myriad of effervescent light particles scattered, Their tracks forming a sparkling flower on the surface. The water flower was growing, blooming... And when its heaving petals opened All surrounds were filled with soft shimmering light. A red squirrel jumped on a low windowsill. It stood upon its hind legs and started swinging in a strange dance... Its downy tail swung also. The squirrel began to whirl. And at this very moment a dishy young woman opened her eyes. She stretched and looked upon the dancing squirrel. "Really? Are you sure?" - she asked the squirrel. "The water flower opened, didn't it?" - she brightened with this news. "Then why are we waiting? Let's go!" A minute passed and she rode on a white horse by a hidden path through the morning forest. All around was filled with bird's songs and sun light. She took flight in this awaking world towards the opened flower, towards her opened fate... "When the water flower opens its tender petals You will see, you will see this world with new eyes. You will understand who needed your help And you will help them..." The white horse flew up from the forest and stopped on the steep bank. The small lake was like a blue pearl among green hills. There was a huge beautiful flower in its middle. The flower was rocking on the surface and was enveloped in a translucent light cloud. The young woman in shining dress leaped down with her horse and slowly approached the edge of the bank. She stared at the flower and waited. Suddenly she felt someone staring at the flower too. A white-dressed young man stood on the opposite bank. There was something light in his look. He was tall. His subtle features shone with sun light. Maybe the sunrays played their game... maybe... But he stared at the water flower too. He greeted the young woman with a simple nod. The flower started spinning faster and faster. The light cloud above it was beginning to thicken. Soon some vague pictures appeared in the cloud... They changed, each forming a stream of images... The scared face of an old woman... She wakes up in the middle of the night... She feels something terrible... She's crying... Teardrops scorch her cheeks... A skyscraper's windows reflect the blue sky And an approaching black dot... of a plane... Some tongues of flame and... The smoke, the thick smoke... The horror in eyes... thousands eyes... Teardrops scorch somebody's cheeks... The falling bombs... explosions... Teardrops scorch somebody's cheeks... A soldier who examines a man's passport... A dusty way... a highway with a stream of cars... And... blue sky, the green forest and the mighty mountains... A woman smiled at her little sleeping baby... They are strong... they will win... They will win if they can live together... Help them, help the peoples to understand it. Fly in peace! Fly in peace, my children! The young woman and man turned into two doves and flew up into blue sky. Soon they disappeared there, somewhere in the height. They disappeared to come into the world at their chosen time... 03/05/2002 P.S. I appreciate Philip G. Bell for his help in the correction of my mistakes. Thank you Philip! |
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