E4 – My snowberry

This story was inspired by Red Army Choir’s “Kalinka”. Try to listen to it while reading it. Actually, it would be perfect if you could find a performance of Red Army Choir at The concert in Tchaikovsky Hall in Moscow, 1965 with Yevgeny Belyaev as soloist.

She chose the darkest corner of the room. This may be his home but she will choose the corner. The hood was still on her head, keeping her face in shadows. He entered the room and closed the door. It took some time until he spotted her.

“How did you find me?”
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E3 – November pain

Background music of this story is Nick Cave’s Loverman and “Mercy seat”.

It is November. Trees are already wearing autumn uniforms. Red, yellow and brown leaves are rustling under empress’ feet. Her royal company was commanded to walk 100 meters behind her. She forbid them to make any sound. If they wanted to talk, they could have stayed in a mansion. Since they chose to go for a walk, they better be quiet as mice. As expected for this time of the year, it was pretty cold. Seeing her own breath in the air convinced her she is alive. Even though she wore brown hood to keep her warm, wind managed to find a way to kiss the back of her neck while whipping her cheeks. Leaves were rustling with every step she made, in the same rhythm as the wind was whispering to her ears,

“…how…much…longer…how…much…longer…how…much…longer…how…much…long”

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