my memory

Clara 2022-04-19 09:02:31

Write down some of your favorite shots.

1. When the lost country doctor said goodbye, the wind swept up the waves of the bushes, and it seemed that he wanted to talk softly.

The doctor sat on the fence with her, very close to her, when suddenly the fence was crushed and fell to the ground, the doctor laughed.

- "Why are you so full of sorrow?" - "Why are you so happy?"

2. She hurried back to the factory in the rain and anxiously took out the sample she completed yesterday to check for errors. Crying and nervousness after making sure. A colleague comforted her: "Some people are only responsible for doing things, and the rest are responsible for worrying." Another colleague said to her: "Your whole life is now 'bring me water', and you seem to be very independent. If there is anything unsatisfactory, just treat it as non-existent. Have you ever admitted your own mistakes? Not at all. The situation you are in right now is completely your own fault. I am so glad that your husband finally got rid of you, and even your children are not living with you. will be happy.”

3. One long afternoon, the mother poured out the contents of his schoolbag, picked it up the same way and put it back in the schoolbag. Her blond, lazy curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she could smell the fragrance of the simple shampoo she had when she was a child through the screen.

4. The old mother pulled her still young self away. The camera turned to the childhood house and the window sill where you could see flowers all over the floor. The fence was rotten and damp. The well was withered and collapsed. The flowing woods that would burrow out are no longer vivid. Looking back, the young mother is still standing outside the fence, standing in my memory, she was so beautiful and young.

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  • Father: It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...

  • Forensic doctor: You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush...

    Natalya: This is an alder tree.

    Forensic doctor: It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.