F n m. the love of my life... анонс проза ру

Dedicated to our childhood as well as to Mrs.Kylie Minogue,Mr.Aizek Morgan and all romantics.

*Once a kitten jumped after a beautiful butterfly that fluttered up. This is the true meaning of Art and our life in it...*

              F & M


-Are you going far,Faro, my boy?
-Yes, Mom,I have a new friend ,Marco.He invited me and my friends to a holiday at his home outside the city, but my friends can't,they are punished for failing,now they will stay at home all weekend, and I will go on a bike with an overnight stay.
Can I, Mom?After all, I study well and have never let you down or upset you before.I will also bring something to you and dad from outside the city, now beautiful and rare night flowers have bloomed.
- Oh, these are your quirks! Just be careful,your aunts will come to us on Sunday for a home holiday, they will bring pastries,sweets, news from the motherland.They will cook all night, sing semi-decent songs,
wait for the dawn,pray and they have been wanting to listen to you,my son,for a long time.Sing and play piano them something their favorite.Just come back in time, my little heart. Behave yourself there.Don't forget to take a couple of handkerchiefs,because you're growing up like a gentleman.Do not let down your well-respected Balsara family.
The mother wiped her hands on her apron and, finding a kiss on her son's forehead, went out into the yard.

Farokh was frantically thinking about what he should take with him:according to the rumors from the guys, he knew that the fire-worshipping gypsies love money,jewelry and carpets. Only his mother had jewelry in the family and lay in caskets boxes and jugs on carved mahogany shelves.They were all old, ancestral and each had its own story, which their grandmother liked to tell him and his young sister in the long evenings.

No, not that, they will notice.Well, all right! l'll have to break the piggy bank.I've been saving up for so long; at first, a dog, but, according to our tradition, it is an unclean animal and was not immediately allowed in the house.Then I decided to play an old guitar, the color of scarlet blood, with strings made of buffalo veins,with inlays of silver.
Little Faro saw her in a Antique's shop in the most prominent place.He liked to go there in passing with friends after school.Safar, the antique dealer, was as old as the world himself.He knew many languages, he had been everywhere,in his youth he was a sailor on merchant ships and kept old photos of unknown beauties, calling them his former girlfriends.And often, when he was in the mood, he told everyone visitors what- some funny story related to amorous adventures. As a rule,no one believed him. Especially his grumpy old wife, who often beat him up for the future.Safar and his wife Sadia were originally from Ottoman Turkey.
Who can you not meet in our Zanzibar!A colony of all colonies from the wreckage of the British Empire.For some reason, everyone aspired to come here in their old age, in order to find respect ,peace and a significant cheapness of life in all respects compared to the metropolis.

Faro, when entering Safar's shop, liked to breathe in the air of centuries-old antiquity, which has forever died here on the shelves and dusty showcases and shelves like in a museum.Here he explored the world,as curiosities and rarities from visiting travelers and sailors flocked to Safar from the port.
Carefully, leaning his ear against the soundboard of the guitar, he liked to listen to the tense silence, always rich in changed sounds from outside.It was expensive and the junk dealer did not make a concession to anyone.Faro suspected that for some reason old Safar would never want to part with her.
Recently, on the way from school, he and his friends,out of habit,stopped at a shop to drink water and buy gum, which Safar and his wife made according to an old recipe known only to them.
Suddenly, they saw an unknown gentleman in the shop, a European-looking man in a leather jacket. And despite the stuffiness, he was dressed in jeans and a shirt, also denim cut.He was wearing tight-fitting boots and