Daria Sokolkina - A violinist died in a god

– H-hello.

– Isn't your name Alexander Pavlovich? – The woman smiled. – I'm Marina Vasilievna. You shouldn't be called by your name and your patronymic at your age.

– You seem familiar. I saw you on our town's TV channel.

– That's because my last name is Zlatokrylova.

– That's right! – I jumped. – You sing!

– I do, my dear. And I respect any youth that begins its way. Tell me, are you a musician? – You have a very good size of your poem.

– Well…

I didn't hide anything and told her my story in all its honesty.

– I see. My condolences. It's always hard to lose one's loved ones. But you're doing good – you didn't leave your brother's instrument to get covered with dust and now you're using it well.

– My mom wanted to exchange it to pinot grigio.

– What tastes. Your mom doesn't know what's being brewed at Abrau Durso.

Now we smiled together. I exhaled through my nose loudly.

Marina Vasilievna got a piece of paper from her bag, scribbled a number on it and handed it to me.

– Call me, don't be shy. But if you have my fans among your friends, I'll shoot you, – she winked.

– Thank you, Marina Vasilievna. I respect your genius, – my face got red.

– It's mutual, dear Sasha.

– W-would you like to go to a concert with me? My friend will be performing a solo there.

– My dear, it's always easy to find me when it's about good performers. But for now – goodbye.

– Goodbye, Marina Vasilievna.

I kept the piece of paper in my hand as if it were the most precious thing I've ever had. When I got home, I hid it in a forgotten book. Just in case.

-

The day of Sasha's concert has come.

I woke up a few hours before the concert because I wanted to practice for some time. This day seemed generous to me, almost ready to share the youth's talents with me, the youth that's going to ignite that fire in me that got dimmed long ago, when Kesha was still with me.

While practicing with the mockery Iosif has given me, I didn't notice how time flew by and hurried to catch a taxi.

Grumpy dark skies don't have mercy and never tell where to go. But I notived the school building and ran right towards it.

That same rosin smell. It's surpsiring how I have it everywhere I go. By the corner of my eye, I noticed children in black and heard them tuning. Double notes seemed to have lost their charm for me, because now I heard them often.

I took my coat off, left it in the dressing room and entered the hall.

It's been a while since my last visit to such halls, so I started looking around.

The stage is bright under the majestic yellowish lights from above. Upon it, there lie two mighty double basses, chairs for performers everywhere on it. I shivered because I couldn't wait.

Teachers sat on their places like pigeons on warm ground in winter. I sat on a peasant seat but I didn't complain.

Finally early birds began walking out, to each their own instrument – some carried heavy cellos in fragile hands, some were similar to me or Sasha, one boy had a tuba in his arms.

I saw Sasha and felt chills coming down my spine. I was filled with pure happiness. I almost forgot to clap.

A lady came to the stage and told us about the concert. She soon left the view. In deathly silence began the celebration under the conductor's hand. I drowned in greatness of the instruments and their range and sound diversity. I couldn't believe children could copy the composer's intention so exactly. It seemed to me it would never end, but soon they announced the end of the first part.

Some parents and teachers began leaving. This gave me the chance to sit closer to the stage.

The third ring has rung, everyone came back. Fortunately, the person who had my seat has left, so nobody claimed it. The second part began. The announcer lady spoke fiery words and finished by naming the piece.

– …solo by Alexandra Tchernookova!

My heart jumped. My soul, my pride and sorrow, my angel. Little Sasha is performing her solo. I looked as careful as I could and forgot to breathe.

Everything in her had grace, no movement of hers could be named clumsy. She tuned with barely noticeable bow jumps, like a mother kissing her child goodnight. The grand piano began playing, Sasha put the bow into the strings.

God himself told my heart to sing. If it could sing, it would want to do it, but it wouldn't disturb the harmony, it wouldn't interrupt the perfection. I believed without any doubt that Sasha never makes mistakes, either at home, at school or on stage. Her hands seemed blessed by God's lips to me, the spotlight shining looked like a halo. My mind got blurred, but, oh my, what a pleasure it was to obey the blur and get away from all thoughts for the sake of just one of them, the final one, for this spark, this flash, blessing right before the ending, when it all ends, but you don't go anywhere, letting this thousand suns to swallow you whole instead.

A voice got me back from the hypnosis, a voice of a couple sitting close to me.

– Look, she's playing so well. I bet she didn't have a childhood.

– Yeah, it's either a happy childhood or hard work. On stage her whole life. What a shame we weren't given to a music school.

It seemed a knife sliced me. A lightning flashed in my brain and tore it through.

I remembered about all my sorrows again. I began pleading someone I didn't know, I asked for time to come back. Give me the possibility to live this life again, let it be doable. I'll wake up now, and this was just a rehearsal, and I'll be able to convince my poor single mother that I can be like Kesha. Let Kesha not be born at all, and she won't cry because of him, she'll get me into the music school instead of him. I won't be able to even speak yet, and only strings will cry in our family. Please, take my tears, and give me back my spring, just so I don't regret about the wasted summer in my winter.

The final note. The ending. Applause.

I clapped convulsively, feeling heat on my forehead and cheeks. It got painful for my eyes to see, my nose got stuffed. I didn't notice when I began sobbing, and I didn't want to.

While Sasha was leaving the stage, I ran into the restroom. I rubbed my eyes with tap water like crazy; they still kept their red. I only managed to rinse my nose.

I closed the restroom door and didn't have time to react, the birdie ran into me. She was already there. What an agile creature you are.

– Alexander Pavlovich! I heard you clapping. You clapped the loudest!

– Great job, Sasha. – I rubbed one eye, then the other.

– Why didn't you share it with me? – Sasha chuckled.

– Sasha, what do you mean?

– You wouldn't cry because of me playing. Be honest, what crimes against the law have you commited? Where does it grow? – She poked my shoulder with her bow.

I smiled silently and squeezed my stomach to let out a laugh. Sasha's face changed. Her crystal eyes now looked at me with a soldier's homesickness.

– No way, Alexander Pavlovich. Did you cry.

I didn't utter a single word. I didn't have the power to.

She put her occupied hands behind my back and got in my chest with her head.

– Listen and enjoy, but please, don't cry. I will play for you, but don't be sad. Everything's yet to come.

– Sasha, go and discuss the concert with your classmates, – I exhaled without any feelings. – I will go and get some fresh air.

– Okay. See you on the lesson. Until next time! – She played a tango ending jokingly. I smiled.

While taking my coat from the dressing room, I noticed a familiar yellow head from the window. From the head came smoke, strong and frequent. The listener stood in the street light shadow.

I ignored the lovely couple and went out of the school building. I decided to sit on the bench and smoke.