Aliz and Richard fairy tale
30. heinäkuuta 2016Tata, Unkari
"Somewhere, in the outskirts of Wonderland, there is an enormous, old gate of the battered kind, which sighs and squeals at the slightest movement, as it has done for centuries, opening up for a variety of brave knights, princesses and all kinds of noblemen. This particular morning, it had to bid someone farewell again: a handsome young man stepped out through it. He breathed in the fresh morning air, which sizzled of anticipation and excitement, making it almost tangible. A well-known smile came across his face, only to settle there, ready for another adventure.
He turns the lock, deep in thought – could he still be dreaming or is he awake? He cannot tell. He waltzes on the thin line separating reality from fiction, spinning freely around, without fear of losing balance. Today, he cannot fall.
He takes a final moment to be alone with his thoughts, with the playful light breeze as his only company, stroking his face like a caring mother, wishing him well.
Just slightly off the road, his faithful carriage awaits. He runs his fingers along its shape, a loving gesture answered by a happy purring from the vehicle, like a big, fat tomcat. He gets in, his hands firm on the wheel. This is not the first adventure he embarks on, and most certainly not the last. His eager heart is already ahead of him with the festivities, bouncing up and down in his chest to the rhythm of a silent song only he can hear.
However, it very nearly stops as he sees that upon arriving to the house of his one true love, there is nobody awaiting him. Panic starts creeping up on him, from the tip of his toes right up to his chest, strangling him with almost paralysing effect. Where could she be?
Then, suddenly, he is reminded of the park, that big green island of peace, which they will not return to for a while. And while the Beetle speeds up, there is someone else, not so far away actually, headed in the same direction, be it in a more slow and dreamy way – but all the more graceful. It is a young woman, dressed in white. A figure from long forgotten fairy tales, she seems to float towards the trees. In a porcelain hand, she holds a violin, her delicate fingers tenderly embracing its slender neck. She is fully oblivious of the buzzing sound indicating the approaching car. This is her private moment. As she disappears into the woods, the vehicle’s only passenger seems to have hit a wall. No matter where he looks, he cannot find his beloved. Then suddenly, the sound of a violin filters through his worried mind. Soft, soothing melodies rising above the treetops. This music is not from our world, and could only be compared to the songs birds used to sing in Paradise – although even that would have seemed nothing but a disharmonious chaos in the ears of this gentleman. As he sets off to where the music comes from, the woman in white just plays and plays on, waving one melody into the other, making her way through her favourite songs. This is her way of saying farewell. She does not notice her prince on his beige-carpeted mount, but as the final chords of the last étude slowly drift away, like autumn leaves in the wind, she hears the approaching engine and turns around with a bright smile to greet her happiness on four wheels.
To celebrate this joyful moment, and with a bit of time still left on their hands, the two of them decide upon a picnic in the meadow. The loaded basket holds a blanket, as well as bread, fruit and even a bottle of fine red wine. This is how they rest a while after all the excitement, laughing and talking, while around them time slows down and the world stops turning, leaving nothing behind but the two of them. Even the Sun is looking down at them, bathing in their happiness. But even he gets tired after a while, getting ready to lay down his rays for the night. The day is coming to an end, and everything is slowly getting back to its normal course. But there is still a bit of time left.
They go for one last walk, across the meadow, through the trees, over the little bridge, along the small creek, all the way to the small house which will have to get along without them for a while. They pack everything carefully, making sure they have all that can be needed on the long journey. Which way they were going and to what destination, they do not know. But they do not care either. They take one last glance at their compass. It does not point to the North. It points to the future.
They set off together, with a smile on their faces. The beginning of an everlasting adventure.
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Story by: Gergely Vas
Based on a true story
Írta: Michaela Lilla Bos
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