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ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE LIVED A LITTLE GIRL... NAMED IRENA


 

Sound track for the painting:

О. Mityaev. Namaste

 

Aroma for the painting:

Clive Christian. № 1


Taste for the painting:
canned corn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Technique: oil on canvas

Dimensions: 55 х 75 cm

Style: Positive Synergism
Private collection

 

The girl’s mother had very strict moral attitudes, but at the same time, she was fair-minded… In addition, she loved her daughter very much! Therefore, the girl with the 'pink, and soft, and tiny palms’ and same ‘pink rays of the fingers’, who even in her childhood very scrupulously, properly and correctly, played with dolls, grew up into a reasonable, careful, thorough, hard-working, and inquiring high-achiever, exemplary ‘student, Komsomol member, sportswoman, and finally,… just a beauty!’ In her wild, turbulent, happy-go-lucky, and audacious youth, she played badminton, competed in championships, hiked across country, enjoyed white water rafting… She had fun when ‘camping warm at night by rapids’, when admiring the snow covered ‘caps of Annapurna, which, like sugar, were towering above the milky mist’, or when delighting in heart-to-heart conversations about the eight-thousanders to get an adrenaline rush and excite interest at ‘the bamboo fire warmth’…


However, climbing Chomolungma, Kangchenjunga, Cho Oyu, and Lhotse … and conquering the "Crown of the Himalaya’ she left for someone else… She herself conquered far more impressive summits…


No, she was not ‘a butch woman in a baseball cap’, who stopped at nothing, pushing her way through the crowd with elbows of her yang… Her yin preferred having the intended result with affection, tenderness, patience, and care! Thus, there were no limits of possible for her… She was a grateful daughter, ideal wife, amazing mother, and a reliable friend! Moreover, she will definitely make no less than a genius granny… She has already made!

Irena passed away November 7, 2015... But, knowing about the imminent and inevitable parting, she bravely, wisely, and with great love bought her, so far only, grandson Theo lots of different books... for different ages...

 

Such a femina… named Irena!
So, in other words, NAMASTE – ‘I am welcoming God in you, who has crossed my path’!

 

 

 

 

NAMASTE (I AM WELCOMING GOD IN YOU)

 

О. Mityaev

Equirhythmic translation by Em Rostverg
 
A friend of mine and I were not sleeping,
Smoking quietly on the porch.
And, God knows what for, were thoroughly recalling
Our rafting down the Marsyangdi,
Camping warm by rapids at night,
The heaven’s planetary motion,
And my queen, who was already missing just a little
The capital and the returnings.
 
We were also recalling the road,
Where anyone used to say:
‘I am welcoming God in you, who has just crossed my way!’
‘I am welcoming God in you, who has just crossed my way!’
 
The caps of Annapurna, white like sugar,
Were towering above the milky mist.
It was clear, even the Tibetan medicaster
Won’t cure the queen from self-deceit.
Pink, and soft, and tiny palms
With the pink rays of the fingers, 
And the cat-like eyes in the starry night picture,
From thee and thy Nepali servants.
 
And when the road ended up
At the bamboo bonfire place,
I was welcoming God in you, kissing tenderly on my face.
I was welcoming God in you, kissing tenderly on my face.

The buffalo with its clenched horns, 
As if from fear or the wind, 
At parting, you were touching with your tiny fingers, 
And as if no one could see the grief. 
You are quite an ordinary queen, 
And I must, as usually, return.
Well, and what is deep concealed in our souls - 
Even our guides won’t ever guess. 

In front of us, there’s a road again 
From the start of a great day, 
And I am welcoming God in you, letting me so easily leave.
I am welcoming God in you, letting me so easily leave.  

A friend of mine and I were not sleeping,
Smoking quietly on the porch.
And, God knows what for, were thoroughly recalling
Our rafting down the Marsyangdi.
And not so many years have passed by; 
The queen is seeing another dude. 
And I am welcoming God in you, having drinks with me today.
I am welcoming God in you, having drinks with me today.

 

 
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Pictures of the paintings: Sergrei Didyk