Leave by itself, like so spontaneously ...
Coming from the former Union of Soviet Eugene coat, a beginner, but very talented musician and composer, at age 14 moved from the former Leningrad, now St. Petersburg in Leipzig and two weeks later entered the local music school. In the general education school he was, as usual in the bohemian circles, received only two months, although the rules for refugees and prescribe mandatory record during the first months after the move. Laws, of course, was written not for everyone, and certainly not for young Russian musicians, but it does not matter. Simply result was that I had the honor of meeting with Eugene, a month later than his classmates from muzykalki. I said pompously, "had the honor" because Eugene was not just a strange, but extremely interesting subjects. We made friends with him you can tell at a glance.
Everything in it then it was absurd and extraordinary, this is me attracted. Moreover, in many respects this fact the total internal and external absurdity allowed him with enviable frequency win prizes at international competitions for young composers. No wonder, since the young living soul and a round head with Yevgeny reigned chaos and disharmony, which is not were equal. And this, of course, is reflected in his music - the same ungainly, anti-harmonious and full of surprises post-modern wing cacophony. It seemed that the entire salad in Eugene was transferred to its encryption-score, so everybody was shocked and amazed: and friends, and the jury, and only students. Therefore, returning with another overseas tour with a bunch of cash - bonuses from the fund for talented young refugees raspihannyh Evgeny All pockets, fifteen Teen enthusiastically lit and poured my stomach with beer and brandy in most cereal bars and underground Leipzig. Liver then no one has yet spared. But first things first, because personality like Eugene deserves a more detailed view.
Naturally his parents, both were musicians, otherwise it could not be. Mother - Russian, refined, tall and slim cellist, to the same music teacher. And Dad ... Dad, of course, pianist and music critic. Small and agile an orthodox Jew with Pace and with all the entourage, in addition to a second (or third?) Higher Education ... - Psychoanalyst! Say about their parents Eugene words of the popular in those years in Peter the song "so you have the same mom PI ... dagog, so you have the same dad PI anist ... ..." - to say nothing. Part of me then by giving the impression that the parents of the boy permanently competing against each other, and later with his child of teen- of committing the most ridiculous actions. Mom to hang on the walls of old and dirty empty frames without pictures, the father of the money allocated to the family agency Social security bought on sale just four (!) new refrigerator (two to sort of meat and dairy products, as it is necessary to kashrut, one for "non-kosher" food, and his wife Eugenia, and one for kosher foods for infants: a plan for Pere younger brother Eugene, a year old, should was to become a rabbi). All four of the refrigerator dad managed to fit in their tiny kitchens in pre-fabricated house, and my mother as a model housewife, decorated white smooth doors of new furniture flexible birch twigs and willow twigs, so that when you open the refrigerator in the air was heard whistling and crackling (semi) live Nature. The remaining branches and pieces of it placed in one of the empty frames. Their poor house always reigned sublime spiritual atmosphere of contemporary art as it is, so I loved visiting them. The yard was in March, followed in 1999. Sunset Millennium. We have finished school, and soon it was time for us to say goodbye. Eugene left Dresden come to the conservatory, I had to go to school and then wanted to go to Berlin Graduate School of Arts.
And yet in our secondary Provincial German school classmates (and some teachers) from Eugene to put it mildly not understand, speak the same honest, just ridiculed. Getting any of the punks and neo-Nazis, who made up the bulk of the class, because of him and us - me and a girl II, which was the third "our" in class. And no wonder: after all, even us, his closest friends, often only with difficulty able to recognize Eugene adequate.
He was of medium height and overweight, and one of the many things which he managed to master - is to put as much as possible and beztseremonno tasteless, anti-modern and nepodhodyasche his physical constitution. Casual spring attire Eugene were broad dimensionless gym shorts adidas, combined with sleek patent leather shoes from Lloyd black leather, yellow-green colorful shirt, which was clearly on his small, with a faded sports cap U.S. judge on baseball. That was truly a l'art pour l'art, or just pronounced disdain for clothes, but then none of us is, of course, had no idea. Especially since all of these things were bought in a third the price in a local shopping mall, and we, and the surrounding us teens know about it.
But the most striking of all were interpersonal skills Eugene. In this sense, fortunate for the Germans, we can assume that neither German, nor in English, he hardly spoke. But in Russian it is rarely able to maintain the conversation, because he could talk almost exclusively about music. Little Furthermore, almost only on the classical and neo-classical, and almost exclusively about Shostakovich, who represented his absolute idol. It is quite routine and commonplace Dialogue with Eugene on the reverse could be like this:
- Jen, as you weather like today?
- Nothing is normal ... Heavy rain in the morning and I remembered this place Ego in fortepiannom quintals, where vote on Tac zhe "Ta-ta-th-th-there!", and descendants' Ta nd nd nd? ", and descendants eshte:" So! "(napevaet with chuvstvom, glyadya in pustotu). Justice very beautiful place. Shaken easily.
- So, go in the evening swim in the pool?
- Can ... Well, looks like he has a place in the "Leningrad" Symphony, only there a very different transition. There's so: "Ta-ra-ra-ra!", And then another, "Ta-ra!!! But almost exactly the same ...
- As the rain this morning?
- No, as a quintet ...
Eugene was immersed in his music with his head, humming some tunes even when the sailed, lying on his back, crying when listening to brutal, scathing criticism his father, when sleeping, reading, and stood at the blackboard, holding a pointer between the hairy legs, not realizing that it wants to master the geography. Music played in his heart always, without pauses and applause. It was a freak to the bone, called a musician from another world, a complete romantic and just an amazing person. We, his classmates, nicknamed him Shostak. In the city that it was difficult then to explain another of our fellow countrymen that he was not a traitor, but just a big fan of Shostakovich, - They just do not know "what kind of guy." And so what opinion evolved from indigenous people in Germany in those years for us, "Russian", so different, but always such absurd and arrogant - this is anyone's guess.
All those who knew Shostak converged with respect to it in one opinion: this type has never will not be a girl. To do this, it is too closed, too obsessed with music and too grotesque. And indeed - the female part of our class is especially strongly and clearly poked fun at him, openly showing their relationship. Ridicule guys usually do not particularly concerned Eugene, but the girls giggling he was very embarrassed and became black as thunder. I like his best friend knew that in fact it was the only one that interested him outside of music, although he and spared no effort to hide his interest. It is not surprising: at our age are interested in all this, and creative nature and thin especially hard, though they often have an interest in secret. Show off because Evgeny their interest is more or less openly, he would have laughed even harder. And because his situation in this part really seemed hopeless. Even more desperate than my own: I myself then, though terribly embarrassed and blushed on any over, the girls are nevertheless often sought friendship with me, and some are quiet and modest, and clung. It is therefore not surprising that alone, we indulged in Eugene most unbridled fantasies and dreams, discussing the female sex in all its mysterious intimacy. Of these spontaneous conversations, we usually conducted in whispers in my room, I learned quite strange and even slightly perverse tastes of my friend. Some things are even shocked me then, and only now I understand how, why and in what abyss plunges already mature teen libido when it finds no direct access to physical love. We both suffered intrusive fantasies and desires, driven deep into the consciousness, and this background is not what sexual intimacy, and just being able to see a real naked girl near seemed a distant dream. Then each of us was willing to be naive to sacrifice a few years of life to realize this dream. That was a hard vague Time tightness and breathlessness, as they know every other teenagers of the past century.
And so, in the summer, when we received certificates and seemingly forever We got rid of the hated classmates and teachers when we are both soon to have a creative career, this is the event happened, at first seems impossible, but as the flow of time is even logical.
in its School of Music Eugene met with Laura - the girl which was instantly smitten and enchanted by the spot of his talent, especially his piano playing. They were together touchingly innocent pm and all He played it to Shostakovich, many of whom our young maestro could play by memory. I was very jealous "of Laura," primarily due to the fact Now that warm June evening in this city I had nowhere to go, and all the fun drinking with Eugene through his award sharply and unexpectedly ceased. In this case, I have not even seen object of his jealousy, for Shostak to conceal from me your beloved as a beggar hides the diamond.
However, he often told about it. I knew that she comes from high-born and wealthy family, her father - a professor of art history at university, they have huge property villa on the H-strasse, with servants and sports cars in the garage. Also, I knew that Laura - a slender, low-blonde with green eyes and a twinkle in the heady view that it is sexy as hell, is to meet with Eugene lilac lace underwear, fashionable fragrance dushitsya «hypnotic poison» by Christian Dior and in front of her name flaunts proud prefix «von». Of course, even half of these facts would be sufficient not only to intrigue me, but I slowly started to go mad with jealousy. Under the pretext of listening to him play and finally get acquainted with the works of Shostakovich, unsurpassed in his own performance, I begged Eugene to take me in the evening with him to class, but he remained unmoved. Instead, this immensely despicable (or naive?) A young man brought me my CDs with recordings of the Seventh Symphony, with its competitions, that I am at home in anger broke into small pieces, or trodden heels cowboy boots and a week later, when it was the time of their return, as if nothing had happened assured that inadvertently lost precious competitive entry. And then Shostak at some point, whether relented me, whether realized that if this goes on, disks with records he will soon not be left, he finally decided to introduce me and Laura - Two his only close friends. But the familiarity it should have happened is not quite in that situation, which I had imagined.
Shostak told me that Laura's parents, whom she constantly talked about his new Russian friend - a young musical genius, expressed in relation to him deep mix curiosity and hospitality, inviting him to his villa for dinner. Do not take such an interesting visit would be certainly be a idiot. But one go out to dinner with a professor of art at a respectable house on H-Strasse unable to bind either in German or in English, nor French, even the two words Eugene was also, as he put it, "dumb". So he decided to call me with an interpreter, but at the same time fulfill my long cherished desire - to introduce with his lovely girlfriend.
«So, this young genius decided to take me with him for purely selfish reasons, to just one is not" blundered " before the professor "- I thought. But, of course, I was still happy: at last my curiosity to see Laura and visit the villa of Baron von clearly overrode hurt in such a frank enjoyment of my interpreter, coupled with moral support. And here, at the appointed hour on Friday evening, exactly at that hour, when daddy Eugene praying in the synagogue celebrated Shabbat, we called in the sacred gate.
dressed we were both not the best way. For me - the most-most of what that was found at home - a strict black suit with a sales office employee, who for my skinny, boyish figure was obviously big. Besides, he did nothing not combined with red and blue tie, and shoes his father, and most importantly, with my long hair Patlakh not cropped for over a year. But Eugene, of course, my cake. It was his concert black coat and a perpetual (for the time already fairly battered) patent leather shoes from Lloyd. But, oh my god, that was under coats! Under coats was an orange t-shirt from Nike, with short sleeves and a plunging neckline, exposed his long black hair on his chest. Complement the picture of course sports cap commentator baseball game with a direct and oblyapannym fruit juice visor. From us the most expensive cologne wafted from a series Hugo Boss - to them we are both abundantly perfume, taking advantage of a free sample of perfume shop, to hide the smell of alcohol, which we previously nahlyupalis "for courage". No, we're with him that night did not look like two poor student, complaining at the reception for the great column. Rather, we looked like an absurd and tasteless parody two poor high school students, complaining to the reception to the great Count. Parody, played in the basement of cheap theater outgoing twentieth century, the century of two world wars, chaos, confusion, euphoria and stupid mixing styles.
gate opened for the butler, we went to the house the garden path. In the lobby we were greeted by Professor and hostess, dressed simply and at home. Behind him his father was a great Laura, with white curls, the tight trousers of translucent colored champagne and a blouse with the neckline, with painted purple ink with green eyes, languid and seductive, exuding pungent aroma of hypnotic poison.
We boldly and loudly said hello. Then, Eugene, shaking his hand fine hostess, gave her a gift: one of its few survivors live CDs and a bottle of wine purchased per hour back to Penny Markt for 12.99 DM. It was the most expensive wine, which is sold there.
At this point, we all froze for several seconds without moving. If you dear reader, sometime and somewhere heard that in contemporary Western Europe, social and class distinctions have long been erased - do not believe these rumors. They brazenly lie.
No, it was the most embarrassing situation in my life - I literally was about to sink into the ground and would have given much, if only it did not survive. AND Eugene probably felt the same thing, because he could not leave the place. Confused and petrified on the verge of paralysis - is remembered forever.
Professor, of course, immediately defused the situation delicately, inviting us to go into the living room. And after the ritual public handshake hostess invited us to the table, prudently covers in the dining room. The professor sat at the head, in front of his wife, the right hand of Laura and her younger brother, to the left we with Eugene. Served cold appetizers, then lettuce, then hot snacks. The conversation is not particularly Jell: I immediately sobered up and downcast eyes shyly answered questions owners of the house, terribly ashamed of his accent and possible grammatical errors. Shostak, meanwhile, was eating for two, trying to crush the oppression of gluttony. And Laura shot at point blank let down his green eyes: then me, in Eugene. In turn. Her younger brother suddenly politely said goodbye and went to his room.
finally filed a main dish. They were the king prawns, cooked according to some traditional French recipe. Long, pale pink, slightly curved sea creatures, richly flavored with gray-black spices floating in a sour-salty white cream sauce. All of this dish, served we servants on an old silver tray, exuded a bright flavor that not only appetizing! No, it caused stomach cramps and heartburn in his mouth, he fog the mind and forced to lose my head from some kind of extravagant, greedy, hitherto unknown, appetite, and yet one other wish.
I, Eugene and Laura instantly changed in the face. It seemed at that moment, when made, these shrimp, the three of us took a loading dose of some heavy drugs. Evgeny blood rushed to his head, he was shaking, shivering and constantly licking his lips. In the eyes reflect a kind of madness, his mind was obviously clouded by some poison or afrodisiakom. He planted a shrimp on a fork and scroll through it in a dish with the sauce on its own axis, slowly, feeling her eyes on all sides and not daring to take it into his mouth. It seemed that he did not believe his eyes, although the dish was just shrimp.
Laura at this time looked like an actress, starring role in the erotic movie since Marilyn Munroe. Excited, too, flushed, sometimes trembling, as if in agonistic throes, she passionately and then frantically licking, then sucking the warm shrimp, richly soaked in a thick cream sauce. When the sauce on the plate is not left, she finally start slowly nibble sharp white teeth white-pink tails.
But in my mind, too, gradually rolls strange strange shroud. I'm more could not think clearly or intelligibly answer questions syplyuschiesya me something from the professor, then from his wife. The aroma of this dish is hypnotized me, I felt the skin a sort of warm light and vague desires: Shrimp their power forced me to focus only on feelings. Before my eyes swam a long pink prawns, left to right. Staying in the middle, turned slowly, showing the body, antennae and a tail with all parties. I was totally fascinated by this pink tailed sea creature, trying to understand reality or a hallucination the whole scene: this dinner, these people and the luxurious dining room. Finally I raised shrimp to the mouth, held it at the sky and swallowed her tongue.
And felt lightness and sweet bliss throughout the body. At this point the shroud before my eyes slowly resorbed and I returned to reality.
on the faces of the hosts imprinted silent astonishment. They sililis understand that happens - absolutely nothing. It seems that this mystery prawns was given only to initiates the younger generation. For the three of us suddenly changed in circulation with each other. Oppression itself dissolved, the body came to life and filled with energy, all the words and gestures were oddly free and very embarrassing evaporated. Laura is now shot through the eyes without any share of shame and embarrassment, frankly invitingly and eloquently. It seemed that she was at least predorgazmennom state. Eugene was carrying some kind of nonsense in Russian, something unintelligible about my childhood, my mother, gentle caresses, and again about the Seventh Symphony. I was glad that only I understand literally this nonsense, but not its meaning, and even less meaning. However, something strange and wonderful undoubtedly occurred: All verbal and physical blockade, the scope, limitations vanished, as if an unknown God Eros picked us up at the sky and killed somewhere in paradise. The three of us suddenly started to speak the same language and understand each other without words, like the lovers in bed. We finished at the same time, while back home.
Laura first broke the silence:
- Mama Daddy! We Eugen was away briefly in the living room. Herr Sürtuck (laskavo she patted his shoulder) would like to try our piano, but I have long dreamed of hearing the famous Ninth Symphony on it. It must be wonderful! My dear friend Eugenia has entertain you here.
And these two as team rose from the table. Even without waiting for an answer parents, both suddenly ran out of the dining room. My fate thus solved.
I continued to answer questions from owners of the house and tell about life in Russia. Over time, I regained my usual in such cases, confusion and embarrassment.
From the living room really heard singing in the piano. In some moment it was interrupted for several minutes, then started again. I do not remember exactly how much time had passed, when Eugene and Laura are back to the table. Filed dessert - vanilla ice cream with hot raspberries. Very tasty, and quite without incident and adventure. After we all drank tea and finally decided to bow out. After paying tribute to the social norms and razulybavshis each other from ear to ear, we Shostak went on a garden path. The butler shut the gate behind us and told each most politely: "I hope you liked us. Adieu, monsieur. "
When we turned from a respectable H-Strasse in a quiet park alley, I timidly asked Evgeny Kissin:
- Zhen, and that was in the living room?
He was silent before he answered, but a minute later still talking:
- you know, there is a place for him there in the middle ... There are so goes: "Ta-ta-ta-ra-ra" and then another: "Ra-Ra! Ra-Ra! "And then another:" Taaaaa !!!»... You know, right?
- Well, let's say. And what is there?
- Well, at this point, she suddenly climbed on the piano, as she was, with his heels ... Knelt down, bowed her head on the lid is closed, sticking out his little ass ... (He blushed) ... and slowly lowered pants and then panties. The latter ... This, well ... You yourself must know ... Well, I mean ... Count up, she showed me! I finally saw it! Everything!
He winked I enthusiastically and seemed to be enlightened, especially at night light dim gas lamps.
- And what do you see there? - I asked with a most sincere curiosity.
hearth thought.
- prawns, what else.
(to be continued)
