В выходные я внезапно написала рассказ на английском языке. На английском не потому, что люблю выпендриваться (хотя люблю😍), а потому что структура великого и могучего не позволила бы мне реализовать идею и сделать неожиданный твист...
People and birds
I used to see her in a coffee shop sometimes. Long old-fashioned skirt with wolf silhouettes, jingling earrings, a sketchbook with drawings and always a big red cup of cappuccino. I didn’t dare to approach, I only could see a slight smile and a happy glance sometimes in the reflection of window glass. There were birds on drawings - with strong wings and powerful beaks.
I felt both attracted and confused because it was so unlike me.
My life was clear and purposeful: columns of numbers, sales programs, monthly reports and bonuses.
But I used to come to this coffee shop every Sunday, again and again…
Once I decided to meet her closer. I was scared and embarrassed. I came as usual… but I saw only my confused face in the reflection of window glass at the coffee shop that day…
I didn’t know why, but I was angry. At her, at stupid earrings and clothes, at hand drawn pictures. I didn’t go to this cafe since that gloomy weekend, I even avoided this street.
One day my childhood friend came to our city and we walked together.
“Your favourite cafe” she said, “Let’s go!”
“No, they've spoiled” I said.
My career was on the rise, it seemed like I was almost happy. Perhaps only corporate life really annoyed me at that time.
One of the corporate parties was organized for us in the art workshop.
“What would you like to draw?” asked the master class leader. She offered me a couple of picture examples. But I refused. On my own I drew a big bird with drooping wings.
“What is it, Emma?” my colleagues asked. “ She is amazing! We didn’t know that you are an artist!”
Without listening to anyone, I went away and walked the streets for a long time.
Then I came home, got a dusty sketchbook from the farthest drawer of the table, wore my lovely skirt with wolves and vigorously went out.
When I came to my cafe all the baristas jumped out of their seats
“Are you all right? Where were you being all that time? We were worried about you!” they said excitedly.
“Would you like as usual?” asked me one of them.
“Yes, please” I said and moments later I was given a red cup.
I sat in my favourite place, opened my sketchbook and lifted the pencil over the paper…
