MAZURKA OF CHOPIN
Oh, what a great was our fortune,
we were so lucky at the times,
when was a running disk of Chopin,
the only border between us.
First, the she-disk made quiet hisses,
as a grass-snake, caught on a floor,
but the bewitching Chopin’s features
became else clearly heard in her.
And, a thin graduate, that’s filled in
with water of blue colorant,
a girl-mazurka stood there, real,
nodding with her delightful head.
How was she able with her shoulder
and face as pale as of the Pole,
to understand all pains, I hold in,
and, for her self, receive them all?
She would stretch gently her arms out
to me … and vanish in far land,
leaving all sounds in the round
line, drawn by the needle’s end.
These wonderful children are pupils of special school of a choreography in the city of Sevastopol / Crimea/. They study all ball and classical dances. This moment of a photo is taken before the beginning of dance, on traditional the summer ball of flowers.
THIS IMAGE HAS BEEN FEATURED IN “EUROPEAN EVERYDAY LIFE” GROUP 8-27-10