Irina Nemchinova - Dana’s Phoenix. ArtHouse

Dana packed up quickly. She wore her favorite dress with embroidery at the collar. The main thing to remember is to grab a bag with a camera. Everything else doesn’t matter. The girl’s clothes was simple. It should be high-quality, simple and marking its beuty. But not defiant. So whatever she was wearing it was pre-designed in her wardrobe. The same style she had to her appearance: it was minimum of makeup and maximum naturalness. Tastefully selected glasses have already solved half the case. Both headed to a small black car, which standed near the yard, were passing for a first the same morning garden. Matt started the car. They were listening quietly beloved band: it was Massive Attack. Dana sited next to him in front. Silently, they went to the festival. It was about half an hour to go. And all this time fear didnt leave Dana. Some kind of premonition of the accident disturbed her. The mood was such as if she did not want to talk, and even more distracted the driver.

The guy watched at her squirming sometimes. The only thing he could do is to get lost in guesswork. After all, she never told him what happened to her yesterday and why she remembered so little. But this quality of character Dana appreciated in Matt. He Didnt get involved until she asked or told him something.

Dana: I had a strange dream, and now I have a strange feeling. I’m afraid.

Matthew: Well, finally.

The guy sighed. Because behaving yourself as if it was right is wrong. Although, the truth is that all is right and fine despite the slightly strange details of the morning.

Matthew: What are you afraid of?

Dana: Death.

Matt: Did you dream about that?

Dana: It seems so. But I’m definitely not sure. I’m not sure even i woke up. And last night. Maybe I dreamed it? And there was nothing to be. Maybe I’m still dreaming. Otherwise, why am I still alive? Now we’re on our way, and I’m afraid it’s going to be over.

Matthew: You know. Sounds really crazy.

The guy wanted to make a joke at first to end this conversation, to change the topic to the simple one. But he realizes that he knows this feeling. Pressing his lips, he withstands a pause. It’s not important what to say, but how.

Dana: Yes, nonsense. Have you ever felt so?

Matthew: One day. I wanted to get rid of my pride and asked the universe to help me. And what I’ve get? Anticipating of death is a wonderful feeling. I knew that I could die at any moment. That I’m just like everyone else. The body can stop breathing, no matter how cool I am. It’s all personal – my illusion, my idea of myself, and death doesn’t matter who you are. Isn’t that great?

Looks like he was amused by his experience. The girl smiled too.

Dana: I think that we are all very mistaken when we are afraid of death and feel sorry for everyone who is close to it. Accepting the fact that it is always there and just waiting for the moment to make a greatest kick to make us love life even more.

Matthew: Yes, that’s exactly what it looks like. It’s little scary at first, of course. But what is fear? It is Just emotion, as well as joy, for example. If you will stop your mind you will noticed that it is not even a state of mind. Matthew’s eyes were especially kind at that moment. The girl was watching him closely. How sincerely he shared his personal experience with her.

Dana: I looked into your eyes and the fear disappeared.

Matthew: If you were sitting in silence and thinking about your fear you could screw yourself up well. It would be no longer an emotion, but a state, because you thought and exaggerated for a long time.

Dana: Yes, you’re right. I didn’t want to distract you. And, in the end, you changed my mind.

Matthew: I Hope you are positive?

Dana: I think so. I guess. It feels easier.

The road was quick because of philosophical conversation. Sometimes they was talking about different topics. About absolutely everything. Perhaps those conversations were that thing that turns their relationship into a frank friendship.

Dana forgot about the dream and the train station, which she dreamed of. After all, by the way, they drove nearly him. There were a lot of cars near the Greenstone Park. They were going further, just to find a parking spot. It was a great kind of landscape opened them when they arrived. The park itself was located at the exit of the city, where the spacious hills began. Forest separated those hills from the city. The place itself had power. There was a reason why the Park was called so: there are a mount of large stones in the forest which was not typical for those area. Where would they came from? Especially those one, which were as high as twice human growth. They were covered with moss, overgrown with fern. Only from one place you could consider that the first stone looked like a woman with a baby in her arms, and the second one, at the back, looked like a man, as if he was sitting sternly, guarding with a sword in his hand and leaning a little on stone.

This is known by the locals as make a «wishing for happiness to the family stone». Somebody just comes here to sit at the stones, not giving any importance to this. But it’s still good to be in this park.

Dana and Matthew came to the entrance. Above the gate was hanged a large wooden sign «Welcome to the festival.» Visitors could hear ethno sounds and a lot of funny noisy voices. They entered as soul mates, under the arm. They were glad because they were interested. From the outside it seemed that they were like brother and sister, similar to each other. And if look closely, these were very different two faces. The noses and eyes were just the same. Matthew was a head taller than Dana. No wonder: He was two meters tall. If he was with a hat. Both of them had wavy hair. If you could compare them to some animals, it would be thoroughbred horses.

There were a fair on the field. Here were a lot of manual workers, artisans and else. They selled the author’s clothes, somebody made talismans and mascots, somebody – ethnic musical instruments such as tambourine, vargan, Tibetan bowls, and somewhere, even, knives and axes of their own production could be bought.

Matthew: I think your clothes would fit here, too.

Dana: Maybe… I’ll have to think about it.

Matthew: Yeah, feel it. It’s not so simple for you.

The atmosphere of the holiday seems to be full of mysteries and secrets. Here you can learn something or buy something interesting or important for yourself, Or maybe meet someone you know. A lot of people from different towns come here. There are some familiar faces, but there is no one who could be friend. Maybe it’s because of Dana’s ant socialness. Although many people in this city know her. There is noisy and curious here, so that head is going around. The girl is looking for a place to sit down and to have a drink, at least a cup of tea. When she was looking around, she saw something flashing in the distance. Dana goes straight to the glitter and finds herself next to a small homemade house. There are wrought-iron jewelry for sale. And behind the house are tea places of pillows on a large carpet. All of this is under a canopy, the same homemade and consist of dense colored fabrics. Inside was the pot over the fire hangs. And you can hear the smell of herbs. Such a fragrant tea.

From the shop went a woman, she was tall, with strong body, but not old at all, as it seemed at first. Maybe she is ten years older than Dana. It looks like she is mistress of this whipped-up tearoom. She smiled, confidently clasped his hands on the sides.

Woman: Would you like Tea from a pot?

Dana noticed one feature in the appearance of a woman. White gleams in the outer corners are the same as the gleam of eyes. The ears that have been pulled from the head are slightly bent outwards. But they are not the caplows. The girl whispered to herself» «This extraordinary woman clearly knows something.» The woman’s confidence encouraged her. She Immediately leveled her back and lifted her chin. Then she turned back. She didn’t see Matthew around.