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Parfionova reads her stories
Tatiana Parfionova. St.Petersburg © evelinakhromtchenko.com
Tatiana Parfionova now makes not only clothes, accessories, furniture and porcelain. Once she started painting and immediately there is waiting-list. Now she has written a book. And even read a part of it to Evelina Khromtchenko. That night in Parfionova’s studio on Nevsky prospect, Evelina praised Tatiana not because of their friendship, but for reason. See for yourself.
T.P.: This is the way things happen. That’s how people become famous.
E.K.: Read, please.
T.P.: Stop doing this.
E.K.: You mean filming?
T.P.: Yes, stop it, better listen.
E.K.: I’m listening.
T.P.: There were mom and dad. But they didn’t have children… Wait, I’m tired of the bright light, give me a second I’ll turn it off… They were dreaming about kids, made plans. But years passed, and nobody was born. One fall windy and rainy day, when they were walking down the street, someone gently touched dad’s shoulder and childlike voice said, sniveling: “I’m cold and want to go home.” Dad stopped, so did mom. Old woman was standing near them, tears and rain streamed on her cheeks. She took dad’s warm hand in her cold hand and said: “Hello, daddy, I’m back. I’ll never leave again.” Mom’s heart was broken. Dad took the old lady’s hand and they walked home. That’s how they got their first child.
…I’ll read “The victim” for you.
She was a beauty, real beauty, even a bit of makeup didn’t spoil her. Looking at her you could really see what a true harmony is. She is like a beautiful landscape, like butterfly, like flower. Like almost see-through cloud. Any other comparisons are also about her beauty. She was talented. Talented in many things. She could write poems or novels, could be an actress, could sing, she had a clear voice. She could paint, could become a ballerina, but her parents chose economic career for her and she studied accounting hard. Like everyone else she put makeup on her eyes, wore sad clothes, didn’t sing, act, paint. She had no time for this because she was studying. Then she started to work in a company where only women worked, she used metro, usually read without lifting eyes. Her wings were closed and she looked like a dry leaf. And you’ll never could find her between other fallen leaves. Her parents got old, she looked after them. They were dreaming about grandkids, but realized that she should pay them back. She did everything they asked without saying a word. Years passed by. She looked at herself in the morning and each time found new tiny wrinkles – “sad” around her mouth and one on the brow. Only her eyes were free of wrinkles, because she never laughed and almost never smiled. Only due to her politeness. She was happy only while reading, she lived the characters’ lives. When she started reading only dime novels and they replaced love to her. She read before sleep and did not during the day. One day she felt bad on the street and she flaked out. She was taken to the hospital. Doctor came in the morning. He was surprised, he never saw such a beauty. He fell in love. He made her a proposal and she said “yes”. She thought: “He is a doctor, he can help me with looking after my parents.” He started living with her and every new day was exactly the same. But she couldn’t read anymore. And nobody ever saw the color of her wings.
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