Stories

Absent Door Keeper
Absent Door Keeper

Some used to call her Livia, but her real name no one knew. She would often forget everything,and even on herself, but the story preserved her name. Accidentally she allowed to enemy to come into her church. The stranger presented, the whole city was conquered and the end was inescapable. Being brought to the public court, only what she could say to defend herself against an indictment was: “I thought I pleased him."

As the story says, the accused girl managed to escape from the cell before the sentence was executed. We still don’t know how. On the same day, the stranger has also disappeared from the city. We leave this to sink into oblivion.

Master of Hard Intentions
Master of Hard Intentions

Somewhere in Prussia (history hasn’t retained in the memory the exact name of the place), at the end of the 19th century, lived a man of  law, known as "Lord of good intentions." This "master" had specialized monitoring and regularity of duels, at the end of his juridical studies. As some make themselves as an executioners, "the master" gave himself the task to check the motives of duel, to judge whether they were correct, and to monitor the methods of fight. No one ever knew why he had chosen this profession, which before him even didn’t exist, or who actually he was. One unfortunate participant (shot in the arm) complained about poor arbitration, and also challenged the master. Being given the proper reason for the duel, the master accepted. Being unskilled to weapon, he was immediately killed. His profession disappeared with him.

Season bride
Season bride

Lady of the noble family from Florence, Leticia Sforza, has been called, by her close relatives, as a “Happy one”. Since early childhood, her natural cheerfulness delighted all around her. As a young lady she was very thoughtful and calm. With one look she could warm the hearts of the sad ones. She was rich, but she showered poor with gifts. She used to listen memories of old people with the same attention as children’s incredible stories. Her gentleness was a balm for the hearts of others, and her look gave such consolation, that people used to say she was some kind of a prophet or Messiah. Her presence shined with a warm light, creating the day. One day she touched a dried branch and when the white buds and little green leaves bloomed, no one has been surprised. People considered her for a mysterious force, priestess of spring and life. Such a glory made her feeling that people always celebrate her own wedding. She disappeared one day, without clue how or why, and the quiet portrait of her was found in her room. It has been exposed in a small church and kept as an icon. People would come to kiss it when they wanted to wake up the power of hope in themselves.

Knight
Knight

Monstrosity can be the mother of inventions: in the Middle Age, around the X century, a young man was born, with silvery scales on his body and without neck. He lived locked in the home of his parents. One day he noticed a silver glow of a knight's armor, and immediately decided to flee from the captivity and to travel around the world, presenting himself as a knight. He traveled from country to country, collected a lot of friendships and knowledge, learned over 20 languages and carefully listened the thousands of legends, true and not so true. At the end of his life, when he couldn’t walk anymore, he became the storyteller. While people were listening him, they would forgot his monstrosity. But no one was ever fooled by his lie: the smell, which spread around him, left no doubt about his true nature. When he died, here's what was written on his grave: Here lies the Knight: good storyteller, virtuoso waltz-dancer, a bad liar.

Psihologija gajenja cveća
Psychology of growing flowers

A woman called Laura, which was celebrated by Petrarka, had never existed. The one who become generally accepted muse, a woman without heart, surely had nothing with the real person who aroused his powerful feelings. In that time, Petrarka was madly occupied with an idea of love, even in his dreams, so at the end, his Laura finally embodied. A young lady, who played the role of ''the other'', in eyes of others looked just like her famous alter ego. One day she decided not to deny the resemblance, and to accept the destiny of a double. She lived alone in a deep forest in the North of Italy or the South of France; surrounded by laurels. She lived and waited, already forgotten for someone to disabuse her. She is surely still waiting.

Captain Honeymoon
Captain Honeymoon

At the end of the XVII century, Spanish sailor Raul Albergo, called Captain Honeymoon, was known as a traveler of the southern seas. He hoped he’ll find his own terra incognita. Captain used to call this land- Dulcinea, but he has never found her. As a time was passing by, fury occupied him and turned this dreamer into a violent and bitter man. Changed by years and disappointments, he was abandoned even by his crew. Alcohol destroyed his mind and he became insane. His sail, now without a captain, wanders on the dangerous seas, and sailors sometimes say they see its shade, far away – like a ghost. Those who have seen his boat at the moonlight, read this name on the side: Dulcinea. What the captain was searching for, was simply under his feet.

Girl from Techna
Girl from Techna

Nedavno smo otkrili izvesne ostatke biblijskog grada Vavilon na jugu Palestine. Ali je njihova priča malo drugačija od one u Bibliji. Nestali grad Tehna je u X veku nove ere imao pod svojim okriljem naprednu civilizaciju, poznatu po svom sistemu učenja stranih jezika. Ali desilo se da je Tehna, koja je činila da se ljudi bolje razumeju, izgubila status koji je imala zbog pohlepe nekih svojih stanovnika. Stanovnici Tehne su hteli da dobiju što više novca od stranih studenata i odlučili su da povećaju cene smeštaja i hrane. Prva koja je došla na ovu ideju bila je kćerka jednog kirajdžije (ne znamo njeno ime), poznata po svakakvim prevarama i ogromnoj taštini. Grad je postao jako skup i studenti su prestali da dolaze u njega. Gostioničari su umirali bogati, ali usamljeni i nesrećni. Priča se da je čak i devojka iz Tehne tokom godina zaboravila svoj sopstveni jezik.

Triton the composer
Triton the composer

Nemački kompozitor Jozef Boh, poštovalac Lorda Bajrona (sa kojim, između ostalog, nije imao ničeg zajedničkog, osim možda samoljublja), uvek je verovao da je neko drugi. Nazvao je sebe Tritonom, prema vrsti muzike od tri tona, koju je on, prema sopstvenim rečima, sam izmislio (ali do dana današnjeg nijedna kompozicija nije pronađena.)  Takođe, sebe je smatrao i uspešnim zavodnikom. Napustio je rodnu Nemačku, po njemu "hladnu i oporu" i otišao u Italiju. Nastanio se u Veneciji i počeo da zavodi mladu časnu sestru iz manastira svetog Josifa. Sirota devojka nikada nije odgovorila ni na jedno  pismo, ali njegova upornost je bilo dovoljna da joj uništi reputaciju. Otac devojke, strašno razgnevljen, tražio je da se zavodnik protera. Tada se Triton preselio u Toskanu, i ostatak svog života posvetio pričanju svoje ‘’herojske’’ istorije, kakvom ju je sam smatrao, stanovnicima grada i namernicima. Jednom, kada je po ko zna koji put pričao o svojim romantičnim avanturama, neka žena, iz mase onih koji su slušali, zaustavila ga je i rekla: "Znam, ja sam bila ta devojka." Dodatno sluđen ovim komentarom, kompozitor se okrenuo i pobegao glavom bez obzira. Nikada više nije ispričao svoju priču, nikome.

Resonanta
Resonanta

In February 1917. 22-year-old Natasha left Moscow. She was a young singer who was fleeing from the reds, whose ideas she couldn’t understand. Grew up in famous family and  conducted by artistic ideals from early youth, Natasha used to keep herself far from politics. Her husband was a wealthy industrialist who convinced her that they should escape. But they didn’t progress much: they hid on cousin’s farm in Ukraine, and put farmer clothes on in order to escape death, as they assumed it certain. Many years has passed since then. Natasha has pretended to be someone else for long time that she completely forgot who she was. One day she is not sure has she always been a soprano or a farmer daughter. During the 1935th Dmitry joined to the Soviet bureaucracy and little by little returned their previous style of life. There was no need to go on pretending that she was a peasant. No need to watch hens or goats. But she kept on sowing imaginary grain to imaginary hens, behind the high fence of her property, and to look after invisible goats with Dora, her dog. Invisible animals would gather around the fence, which didn’t exist. At the same time, when the Party members were invited to dinner, Natasha would remember how one opera singer behaves and she would surprise the guests with an improvised aria... But every morning, sadly and inaudibly she watched her imaginary world she only sees, and no one will ever understand why she took refuge in that world.

Mr. Bezuhov
Mr. Bezuhov

Mr.Bezuhov has always been an exceptional man. When he was a child he was good at school and at home, and as a grown man he always received the greatest awards. He worked with boundless will and attention, and never got angry at anyone or imposed his will. But he often remained alone, aside, dreaming. He worked as an honest teacher holding private lessons. That profession was very popular in Europe in the XVIII century. But he lacked strength for traveling. He was afraid of change, as well of women. He never dared to say any ambiguous word to girl he wanted to seduce. Logically, some other guy would marry her instead. Depressed, Isac Bezuhov chose as a remedy to leave the native country He prepared everything for a long trip and left in carriage through the hills and mountains. He was seen how he gets off, saying he would rather continue on foot. He was found two days later, five miles away. He was looking at nothing, dreaming about traveling.

Mandala tree girl
Mandala tree girl

Her name was Ernestine. Young and shy, she often felt sad for her own existence and asked the world to forgive her. She was servant from her early youth. After a long trip around England, she returned in her native country. She has worked there for the pianist, who noticed her interest for music and wanted to teach her piano. On this way, the pianist wanted to write down his method "how to learn to play a piano" and to make music approachable to everyone. This trip was a paradise: considered as a real lady she had right to read, to sleep, to eat, and to walk through the garden all afternoon long. Maybe she began to feel some kind of tenderness for her benefactor; maybe he began to feel the same kind of sweet affection for her. We will never know that. All we can say is: when pianist's mother returned from a trip to French relatives, Ernestina’s been fired and sent back to France. For several weeks, she lived as the one she wanted to be. She discovered the look of happiness. What she kept from this exile was hope, and what she’s often been thinking about was memory of the affectionate Chopin melody played on her departure by the lonesome musician.

Coordinator of suspicion
Coordinator of suspicion

Peter Freeman discovered his religious vocation when he was already 42. Was there any other choice for Dutch immigrant, ready to give his life for the Puritan America? During the 1842. in the West, people were infected with "gold fever," but Peter was shy and lonesome young man. Fifteen years ago, he felt in love with a street girl near Amsterdam channels. The girl was arrested, imprisoned and sent to this New World, full of evangelists, convicts, poor people who followed their dreams and miserable girls just like her. When he heard what had happened, he didn’t think twice: he left his quiet life and straight away started to search for the lady of a too short night. In America, he named himself with a name that symbolizes liberty he was looking for: Freeman. The girl probably did the same, because in the city of New Amsterdam, he found no one with the sweet name Teresa Attevelt. After exhausting fifteen years of searching he decided to become a priest. Gradually he closed windows of all his hopes, except one: possible reunion with this girl, and taking her out from a misery. As a priest he listened parishioners' stories, street girls’ confessions, seeking in every girl the one he wanted to marry.