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LASS OF THE BREEZE

Part I

It was a warm summer evening when I was walking without any reason along the desert shore. I like such walking - thoughts are about nothing, there are just music of breaker and wind's gusts. The time was gone there... I feel how it liberates me. I simply listening to music of the surrounding world.

It was a warm summer evening when someone called me:
- "Hey, guy..."
Usually here is not anybody and I gave a start when I heard this strange vibrating voice hardly distinguishing from the rustling of sand.
- "Hey..."
I stopped. It seemed something unreality was in this vibration of the air. I turn back to look who called me.

She stood at a distance of hundred meters from me, the wind played her shabby faded dress and the ocean licked her bare feet. She laughed.

I swore and walked by my usual way. And then I heard new melody - something changed in the usual harmony of surroundings sounds. The strong gusts of the wind filled the air with series of high chords. The ocean sighed exposing a gamut of drawling sounds.

And then I stopped and turned back at the second time. Her look was serious. She stared at me studying every my lines.
- "What do you want?" - I asked her at last.
She smiled and answers with her strange voice:
- "Play something for me please. I've heard once your play."
I expected anything but not that...
- "I don't have a violin here. How can I play for her?"
- "I have a violin. It's a good one. Please test it."
It was so much childish sincerity in her eyes. I couldn't say "No" and came nearer.

She reached the violin. It was an usual violin which any cheap shop sells. I even have some doubt could it play normally.
- Is it in tune?
She nodded smiling. I played a note carefully.

She stared at every my movement with wide opened eyes as if I was making some wonder. I started to play something from Chopen but I saw her bright eyes and then I changed melody to more lively, almost Gypsy.
She started to smile. "Yes, she waited for something similar" I thought and continue... And she started to dance. It was so contrasting with that evening calm ocean, suddenly abated wind... but so consonant with my Gypsy violin. Her dance was like a fire play. I didn't want to stop my play, I played on with new force. It was already pure improvisation. My music was appearing from that contrast. I saw as my music reflected in her fiery motion. It was like hypnosis, I simply couldn't stop looking on her dance.

The stars started sparkle here and there. The night was descending on the ocean. The moonlight was flooding the cooling space above this world. The desert beach was filling with blurred shadows...

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