Swimming By A Dolphin

The first and brightest, kind dream, which I remember, was with a dolphin. I swimmed together with it, talked, even rescued – it has wounded, it has started to sink, and I took it under a mouse and have pulled out on the coast. It has thanked me, but then smiled and told that it joked, to it better in the water, it laughed and dived.

Then has not understood, why has departured. But the dream was written down and has read to the family. All laughed, but nobody explained, why it departured from me.

«You will know much, you will soon grow old». I have taken offence and have told that I will become the writer, because they are the cleverest as I then thought.

The dream has been written sincerely, but there were doubts, it is good. How to correct, I did not know and in general have considered that it is necessary to create large, "important" products, instead of simple my pleasure from a meeting with a dolphin, and have burnt a blue writing-book with drawing in a fireplace.

After fifteen years the family of my friends in Petersburg invited me in a delphinarium. I was in ecstasy. Dolphins drew a water colour cheerful abstractions. And the whole sea of happiness from their voices, dexterous and beautiful synchronous jumps, cheerful warm splashes. One upset – that it is actually sadly in bondage.

After five years I appeared in Crimea. The father has punished to me to execute the dream – to bathe with a dolphin, but thus it is necessary to manage not to drown a dolphin. My father is with humour. But that dolphins after representations take place a rehabilitation course from October till February stopped me. «Let it it will be easier, but I will have other dream».

But my father is able to swim by a dolphin, then hovers in the air, then dive into the depth. And so as my dream has come true!

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya

Valley Of Ghosts

 

After the eighth class I with my family was in Crimea under Alushta in the Dimerdzhi. There was excavation of an old city. And the local son of the worker-archeologist – swarty boy eleven years old – the father sent us to see off in a valley.

The boy in a sports suit and worn shoes so quickly climbed up in almost steep mountains, but my heart without restraint beat only and knocked in temples, I saw only the earth departuring underfoot and only on short respites – the pines, but I persistently followed the boy and the father.

There were many stones for a long time dressed by the sea, similar to people and animals.

At last, we have climbed up to the very top.

There were, probably, his favourite hippopotamus and camel, near whom he alone dreamt of other life, where it is not necessary to go to rural school for two kilometers, where he will live together with friends and it will not be necessary to drive these tourists.

On the way back we have met group with the woman-guide telling legends about these blocks.

And our acquaintance has regretfully asked the boy, whether he knows these stories. He answered in the affirmative, as about for a long time boring. Probably, he thought, that we ourselves will better see relations between powerful spirits of blocks. Tourists have disappointed him once again.

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya

On The Breakage

 

In Crimea I with my family climbed up on Ah-Petri, where sufficed a fog of clouds by hands, looked at a cross of the lost climbers and downwards, on far hills with bewitching beauty and with the mental concealed fear before a pain and simultaneously delightful sensation of flight.

Especially strong such impression was in Chufut-Kale, sitting over breakage, where any Russian Maria, having learnt whether about the appeared erroneous or present death, whether about defeat of armies of her favourite, was dumped from a canyon in a valley.

After the eighth class admire love recklessnesses. The main thing – to be kept on the brink.

 

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya

The Mermaids

 

In the childhood I very much loved fairy tales with mermaids – beautiful, with green hair. All asked the grandmother tell about them and with me to think up. So I would like to become the mermaid!

Parents knew that I love them, but counterfeit mermaids – on the Ukrainian sea on a holiday of the Neptune I did not recognise.

The daddy promised to dig out a pond in a garden, to catch in a network the mermaid and to bring to me. What for? It is a pity to force it, and I did not believe that it will find the present mermaid.

Once on the sea the daddy with mum decided to assure me that mermaids exist in a real life, without tails. Also have shown me the having a rest blonde, at whom each nail has been painted in different colours of varnish. I have taken offence that me have deceived once again, because, on my firm belief, mermaids are kind sad beauties.

Later 20 years I have understood that I lived with such mermaid a lot of years side by side – with my sister. And that I became angry about her, when she was the present my mermaid? It is good that she has grown and has become cheerful.

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya

The Fault

 

The market located behind city walls. Here there were a set of colour carpets and scarfs, luscious and sharp viands and spicy smells.

Continually dart between buers the sellers of wine, offering the goods, and some even called to try wine in the cellars, and there plundered the fallen asleep unlucky buyers.

One seller of vine all listened to all – to potters, to trading and to the got drunk men, entered with them in conversation, found out that occurs in a city, how many people and than was engaged.

He have accepted for the spy and have beaten to death. But he only searched for the other work.

 

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya

The Chimeras

 

He went on a life bravely, with a smile. But he was stopped constantly by meetings with people and books – was typed from whom mind, from whom phrases and nonsense.

Girls did not understand him – they got used to live in fear of public condemnation, secretly changed, betrayed him, the poor, for the sake of fear of God.

So he lived among shades and came across phantoms, realising that himself – the lost the way ghost. While, at last, has not broken through a wall, he was released from cargo of the past and begun at the begining.

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya

The Squirells

Turned in wheels, very slowly moving from a place, scampered with acorns as bubbleheads with stupas, in space prepared, buried the nuts for the winter in the earth, but observing dug out, thinking that will forget, where.

Climbed in an old starling house in which starlings lived for a long time very much. A few times came running, climbed, played in hide and seek. The starling house waited-waited and fallen from grief.

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya

Witches

 

I met in the street two witches. Them to see far – their eyes – embers, and featureses run in it. One was in something tiger, at the second hair were disarranged by a wind.

- But I know what you did before an exit on street! – I have given out, without expecting myself.

Girls exchanged glances perplexedly.

- You were smeared with a cream and have been naked danced under the African tomtom for attraction of men.

- You are a sorcerer! As it is not a shame to spy in windows! – one has flashed, and they jerked in other ways, hoping that I will catch up more pleasant girl.

But I remained to stand in confusion, without having learnt a secret of their flights on a broom.

 

Elena Ponyatovskaya
The conspiracy

He emerged with five red roses. Large flakes of snow fell at a very unearthly petals. It was too chic for her after two years of separation. He tried to open the gate, and her dog barked. She looked out onto the veranda.
"Oh my God! Thank God, I look good today. Why would it? How inappropriate! "- swept into her head, when she approached to the gate. A wave of joy and confusion engulfed her. The flush burned on her cheeks.
- What is fate?
- To you.
In the living room sat a single visitor - a childhood friend, because today was her birthday.
- How did you know?
- I didn’t know. Just coincidence.
They sat. Drank champagne. After the cake friend was going to come away.
They together went upstairs. He saw in first time her room. It was small, but very cozy. There are many books, paintings, guitar in the corner, a colorful knitted coverlet on the couch, the icons on the shelf.
- I realized, that it was not you, who gossiped about me.
- Did you excuse me?
- Yes.
There was a pause.
- Do you still like me?
- I like.
He smiled.
- Marry me.
- You are married.
- Not already.
- But it seemed to me, that you have a good tandem.
- Women age faster. But you're still young. Should not be afraid to change life.
- So, I have at least one advantage. But if you would suddenly find more young woman?
- Who don’t ventures, don’t wins.
- I like you, very much. But I'm not falling in love, rather more than falling in love... Well, let's try.
They laughed at how easy it is decided their further fate.