The story Jazz in Odessa I with it am am united by the International jazz spent here already more of 12 years by Club of High music in Odessa. It is a question of the woman – the girl here already more than 10 years, in the surprisingly unforgettable image of the bright blonde appearing at the Odessa festival. – You love a jazz, - was our first acquaintance. - TH I adore a jazz. So we have got acquainted. Her name is Eleonora. A rare, not widespread name among women. Our conversations always carried any light touch to a theme of music, impressions of soloists and the musical groups which are present at festival. Sometimes, I tried to pass to insignificant flirtation, on a theme of continuation of acquaintance, the Ale denied nothing, but in the end of each performance, strictly disappeared in an unknown direction and have accustomed me to a constancy unusual for me only to contemplate its charming forms of a body always underlined by refined clothes, strictly approaching it. All delights of its body in a special way, were underlined by clothes. Probably the dress, only it, stole up on colour, was not once tried on to be unique and unique in it. It allocated it from 1000 women of fashion. The clothes were exclusive. An ale, most likely, well danced. So, on todays International performance in Mountains to a garden, me it was possible to see a jazz, how it gracefully operated the, a body movement, under a jazz quartet of Uruguay sounding from a scene. On my sudden question that she intends to do after a concert, she has answered that is free. But me why that was not believed in its intention, with me to spend this remarkable spring evening. I have asked again a question after the termination of a musical insert where she intends to go? - Home. - she has easy answered and I was come to mind by the following gibberish in its philosophical sequence. – Life, death and money. It is breaking of the woman... It, as bank breaking. - It was thought to me, and I suddenly for gave in. What can I give to it? After all she prepares herself for new, best life. And I, the overspent man, having retired, hardly I make ends meet. And I did not begin to continue further a melody of the boyfriend and retired. Having told that I will walk, поснимаю persons familiar to me. Has left. Near the beauty the army of new admirers began to gather. I, leaving its field вербальности, became itself. Has drunk coffee at the mobile businessman, has walked on Deribasovsky with acquaintances to me journalists. Street life did not cease to live the individuality. Restaurants. Street musicians, McDonald, it is full visitors. Equestrians offering to sweep on a horse, horse carriages for walks, florists and new beggars with transparent boxes ahead of themselves raising money with patient. To me I became boring also the garden where the International day of a jazz proceeded has returned in mountains. To the people has increased, I have finished shooting the general panorama of an event. Элеонора, was on the same place where I have left it. In a circle it the man, the man, the man. It in the attention centre discussed performances of jazzmen from Turkey. Declared performance, my favourite quartet from Georgia. This incendiary group in the basis had the fine performer of jazz songs, Arianu. The thin, bright beauty, was inimitable in this genre. It from the first notes sounded by it, has got the телодвижениями games and flexibility of the body, blows by hands about a drum, all present. Round us there were spontaneous executors of pair dances, itself the Ale has entered into a condition of a rhythm and its flexible body колдовски, drew enthusiastic sights of associates. Its dance was a gift to me. A jazz, she understood, and its body, obeyed and submitted to all subtleties and transitions of musical execution of a quartet that the special pleasure gave to me. The elements of a liberty were included into each present listener. Women familiar to me have approached To me, taking me under hands, have begun to whirl also me. The broken melody, has created some pause, silence shock, after its termination. And suddenly, mad explosion of an applause, applause, gratitude, musicians for the given pleasure. I always, in any action, that, or other performance, execution of the song which have given to me pleasure, am am surprised with the moment of a stop of an event. Was and has passed, to that the witness. The holiday end as if the death rushes into you with silence and with the moving, leaving, from a presence place: theatre, salon, meeting, a party, wedding, funeral. People began to disperse. The girl-friends holding me under hands, waited from me for the information interesting to them., continuations something. The Ale has looked at me the green, any guilty eyes in which I have seen grief something unexpressed, for a long time hiding in it, has gone ahead of us. It went itself in the direction necessary to it. The secret and remained this time not opened, both to it, and me. Well. Can the next year, something will occur new in our for a long time settled flirtation неопознанности, not happened, not taken place. Who knows? Author Knjaz_Tsytsak
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 10:46:21 +0000
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