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Topic: Sightseeing (08/08/05)
TITLE: Thier house
By Aleksandra Illarionova
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Group was crowd around a guide they was listening to story. Big white stone house was built across the coast of a harbor. There is something special on an atmosphere of house where a family of Nicolas First lived. Large family, seven children. The love to each other was dissolved on the silence of air.
There is a portrait of a mother on the wall. Near the window there is a portrait of oldest daughter.
I stood leaning on the hand rail of a balcony. My ideas were running out.
I imagined the house of my parents. I saw my Mum and Dad.
“Look to left. I lived in this room when I was a small girl. In this chair I loved to sit and read the books. You see the old lamp with a lamp shade was declined cosy above it.
Look to the right. There is a piano in the corner which I liked to play on it with my older sister. I remember very clearly - early in the morning on Saturday I got up and ran to bedroom of my parents, got under a blanket to my mother and she told my any stories.
Go to next room – it’s kitchen. I liked to cook the biscuits or something else. Sometimes biscuits were burned a little bit and soup was too salty but my Dad liked meal that I had cooked. I think he just loved me.
I look at the wedding photo of my parents. They are so young yet!
If you wish, you will be able to see my room after several years. University’s books, writing-books was scattered on the table with my poems and stories together. Photo of my boyfriend into the frame is on the table.
I’m turning the pages of years, look at the chair – my wedding dress on it and I must to leave house of my parents and return to it again to feel myself as a kid”.
“Let us go! We haven’t looked the yard yet”. – Guide’s voice called me.
I was going down a stair and asked myself. What does my present mean without my past? What I’ll leave after myself? Will I am able to leave kindness and good memory and love dissolved on the air after myself? Will somebody remember me when I won’t be? Will somebody is able to understand my ideas as me?
A sun made me blinded when I came out to the yard. I saw the amazing flowers and trees. Everything was filled of life.
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