F n M. The love of my life...

Dedicated to our childhood as well as to Mrs.Kylie Minogue,Mr.Aizek Morgan and all romantics.

*Once a kitten jumped after a beautiful butterfly that fluttered up. This is the true meaning of Art and our life in it...* Haris Soter PhD.


              F & M


-Are you going far,Faro, my boy? 
-Yes, Mom,I have a new friend ,Marco.He invited me and my friends to a holiday at his home outside the city, but my friends can't,they are punished for failing,now they will stay at home all weekend, and I will go on a bike with an overnight stay.
Can I, Mom?After all, I study well and have never let you down or upset you before.I will also bring something to you and dad from outside the city, now beautiful and rare night flowers have bloomed.
- Oh, these are your quirks! Just be careful,your aunts will come to us on Sunday for a home holiday, they will bring pastries,sweets, news from the motherland.They will cook all night, sing semi-decent songs,
wait for the dawn,pray and they have been wanting to listen to you,my son,for a long time.Sing and play piano them something their favorite.Just come back in time, my little heart. Behave yourself there.Don't forget to take a couple of handkerchiefs,because you're growing up like a gentleman.Do not let down your well-respected Balsara family. 
The mother wiped her hands on her apron and, finding a kiss on her son's forehead, went out into the yard.

Farokh was frantically thinking about what he should take with him:according to the rumors from the guys, he knew that the fire-worshipping gypsies love money,jewelry and carpets. Only his mother had jewelry in the family and lay in caskets boxes and jugs on carved mahogany shelves.They were all old, ancestral and each had its own story, which their grandmother liked to tell him and his young sister in the long evenings.

No, not that, they will notice.Well, all right! l'll have to break the piggy bank.I've been saving up for so long; at first, a dog, but, according to our tradition, it is an unclean animal and was not immediately allowed in the house.Then I decided to play an old guitar, the color of scarlet blood, with strings made of buffalo veins,with inlays of silver.
Little Faro saw her in a Antique's shop in the most prominent place.He liked to go there in passing with friends after school.Safar, the antique dealer, was as old as the world himself.He knew many languages, he had been everywhere,in his youth he was a sailor on merchant ships and kept old photos of unknown beauties, calling them his former girlfriends.And often, when he was in the mood, he told everyone visitors what- some funny story related to amorous adventures. As a rule,no one believed him. Especially his grumpy old wife, who often beat him up for the future.Safar and his wife Sadia were originally from Ottoman Turkey.
Who can you not meet in our Zanzibar!A colony of all colonies from the wreckage of the British Empire.For some reason, everyone aspired to come here in their old age, in order to find respect ,peace and a significant cheapness of life in all respects compared to the metropolis.

Faro, when entering Safar's shop, liked to breathe in the air of centuries-old antiquity, which has forever died here on the shelves and dusty showcases and shelves like in a museum.Here he explored the world,as curiosities and rarities from visiting travelers and sailors flocked to Safar from the port.
Carefully, leaning his ear against the soundboard of the guitar, he liked to listen to the tense silence, always rich in changed sounds from outside.It was expensive and the junk dealer did not make a concession to anyone.Faro suspected that for some reason old Safar would never want to part with her.
Recently, on the way from school, he and his friends,out of habit,stopped at a shop to drink water and buy gum, which Safar and his wife made according to an old recipe known only to them.
Suddenly, they saw an unknown gentleman in the shop, a European-looking man in a leather jacket. And despite the stuffiness, he was dressed in jeans and a shirt, also denim cut.He was wearing tight-fitting boots and black narrow oval-shaped glasses.
He was arguing with Safar,gracefully leaning on his cane,while sipping small sips of coffee from the cup offered by the owner as a sign of respect.From time to time, pointing to the cherished guitar with the finger of a gloved hand.
Faro was surprised to see that near the stranger there was a case made of materials and wood,exactly like his favorite guitar was made of.
The argument apparently lasted for a long time, since the ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts and there were already several empty cups on the table.
They both spoke in some melodious European language.
Everyone in Zanzibar has been fluent in English since childhood.
-Sangre? the stranger asked in an imperious bass voice.
-Sangre! Safar answered, but shook his head in the negative, holding on to the edge of the counter with both hands.Apparently, he really did not want to part with his value.

The stranger,catching his breath, looked back at the guys who entered and smiled at them with a dazzling smile,but this smile made their hair stand up in horror.
-Apparently, we should speak a decent language in front of young gentlemen, shouldn't we?:he asked,smiling in his unpleasant manner and looking at the guys from under his glasses with emerald-green eyes that were not seen here. Faro felt that suddenly there was a kind of oppressive silence, impossible in this noisy market street,and a drop of sweat from fear rolled down his forehead,and ran around his eyebrow, fell noisily to the floor.
The foreigner burst out laughing, but his laughter generally caused a complete midday horror.
The boys could not stand it and ran away from the shop,only one Faro shouted as he ran out:"Grandfather Safar! Don't sell it to anyone.She is only mine! I will grow up and at any cost I will buy it from you!".

On the bikes!Go ahead, get out of here as soon as possible ... Bless me,my God! The bells of an old church rang in the distance, it became calmer,the breathing became smoother, gradually the guys calmed down and quickly forgot about all this. 
Only Faro, the next day, casually looked into the shop.When he entered it, he looked hopefully at the place where the guitar used to hang. It was no longer hanging,it was lying in the case seen yesterday, as if in a coffin, shining with a blood-amber light on the black velvet lining.The antiquarian's head was shaking slightly,old tears were involuntarily pouring down his cheeks, and one of the old man's eyes seemed to have gone out after yesterday's incident.
- Grandpa, what happened?Are you okay?Are you healthy?
- Yes, Faro, thank you,my son.
I didn't sell this guitar to this shaitan yesterday,but he told me its history.He is a famous antique dealer ,travels a lot,knows everything about everyone,what for and why,and rumor has it that he consorts with all sorts of evil spirits.No one knows what his real name is and how old he is.In the few times that I've seen him,he hasn't changed a bit.
He sold me her own case ,which I knew about and had been looking for for a long time,even gave ads to newspapers here and on the continent,in Europe.And I bought it for some reason .But for why?
 Now I feel very bad.You go for now, I'll lie down, come back tomorrow.
I feel that my wife will fly to me.And why didn't the old witch come into the shop yesterday?Shaitan, her true father, always wears it where it is not necessary.Her feet do not live in her house.Ugh! Never marry early, my son!
It should be noted that Safar and his wife Sadia, like many Turks, were quiet drunkards.Only they drank late at night at home,having closed the windows and bolted all the shutters.

- Know Faro that this guitar is the only one in the world.Its strings are made of buffalo veins from viola and cello,and its creator made a unique mechanism of locking screws that work in both directions,so that the tuned string never weakens and retains its tone sound.The soundboard is made of wood,the name of which no one knows,and amber and the blood of a wild animal from the last drops of its life are added to the varnish.It was sold to me at one time with great reluctance by a one-armed fortune-teller,a Persian Jamal,who is now staying with gypsies,exiles, also from Persia.If you see him, then say hello to this old one scoundrel.Ask him to show you how he guesses on cards.The full moon and the Solstice are coming soon,they rarely happen on the same day.Yes, tell this old monkey to get away with the whole camp as soon as possible.Bad times are coming for them here.He was followed by someone whom he has been afraid of all his life to the point of convulsions and stuttering.

 Well, now!Grandpa Safar will never sell me guitars,and neither will anyone in the world.I will never have a dog,a faithful friend who can be grabbed by the ears so that he buries his face in my lap.My cherished dreams will not come true.I'll probably have to spend my whole life with cats now.
Faro, taking a last look at the piggy bank,sighed heavily,and wrapping it in a blanket,knocked it several times with a hammer.After separating the shards, he not counting raked all the coins and dilapidated bills.They were 'sadaka' from aunts for 4 years.One coin, flashing, fell to the floor with a ringing sound and rolled to the door.English antique gold.I'll keep it as a souvenir,all my savings began with it,Faro thought and resolutely went out into the courtyard.Satisfied with the condition of his bike,he shoved the canvas bag with the coins deeper into his jacket.

Today is the summer solstice, it's a long way to go, but I won't have a snack,otherwise you won't get out of the house later.The city was quiet in the morning,there were few people on the streets.Here is the suburb.The old Muslim cemetery.Here, in the only place in the suburbs, there were tall trees and there was always silence and birds sang.Here, as if for a walk, traditional Muslim women were chosen to gossip with their friends, have a snack together and take a break from their husbands and household chores.But passing by, Faro did not notice anyone.
Here is an old ditch and a bridge over it and a wide suburban road without buildings begins, only around the turn there was a gas station convoy.Its owner was a fat,hairy Abdullah Khan, who was famous for his debauchery from his youth, as well as greed.In his shop at the gas station, you could find everything that was not allowed to a devout Muslim:from alcohol to forbidden food and Playboy magazines with erotic playing cards, which were secretly played by older guys from school.Despite the early hour, several people were crowding around Abdullah Khan's house, apparently his relatives, whom he never put in anything.The women and some of the men were wailing:alla-la-la-la!But no one came into the house.There was an old police buick and an ambulance parked behind the house.An unprecedented event in our quiet city!
Faro wanted to get closer,to find out what was going on.Like all children, he was curious.But, suddenly, behind the gas station, he saw a Cadillac with an open top.In it sat the stranger he had seen earlier in Safar's shop.He smoked a thin cigar in silence and stared intently through his glasses at the assembled crowd.What a strange man he is, it is not even afraid of an explosion-fire!A gas station attendant,a distant relative of Abdullah Khan, approached him.An orphan, whom his uncle-the owner,among other things, used as a domestic servant.No one knew how much he paid him,and the boy's name was Said Khan.What sarcasm!He was always hungry and went around in old, but clean rags.Abdullah Khan had no children of his own.He told everyone in the city that Said Khan was like a son to him.At the same time ,everyone looked at the powerful fists of the gas station owner,studded with massive gold rings and with a quiet sigh felt sorry for the poor young man.

Said refueled the stranger's tank and took some tape from his hand and handed it to him,apparently at his request. Having received a payment from him for refueling and for tea.Said looked at the unfamiliar banknote with surprise.As a rule ,they did not give him a tip,because everyone knew that Abdullah Khan took all his pocket money from his nephew in the evening.The stranger said something to Said, and abruptly stepped on the gas, drove towards the city.Faro, waiting for him to leave,rode his bike to Sayid Khan.He was still looking at the unfamiliar green $ 100 bill.For Zanzibar, it was unthinkable money at that time,and even now, too.

- Hi, Said,my friend! Tell me, what happened to you?Where do so many people and the police come from
- Hi, Faro!I don't know exactly the whole truth,but it's a dark matter here.Uncle Abdullah Khan was absent all day yesterday, and at night he crawled all covered in blood,wheezing and choking.He tried to say something to the cook and me,but he couldn't and lost consciousness.I called the police, and they already called the emergency service themselves.The old cook and I have already been interrogated and asked to keep quiet.
It's like someone's blood feud.They were slaughtered like a sheep.Someone told his relatives about it and now they are all here and trying to portray grief.In fact, they are only happy and just waiting for him to pass away.Fools,they don't know that he left a will not in their favor.I want to look at their surprised faces later!He left everything to his principal, whom no one has ever seen here.The latter once pulled him out of prison in Morocco or Tunisia.He paid a generous ransom for it.Abdullah Khan corrupted many teenage girls there.
Now the relatives will only have a bump, and not a gas station.But now I have the money $ 100 will be enough for me for a long time.This strange man paid generously and asked for a gift of a ribbon embroidered with beads.I found it this morning near a gas station.There is something embroidered with beads on it,but I don't read well.In short, I am glad of such a deal.He's rich,the rich have their own quirks.It's none of our business.And I managed to hide something from my uncle-the beast.You're a good guy:I've heard that you know how to keep your own and other people's secrets sacred.
Just keep quiet about everything for now, okay!He will be taken to the hospital now,he is unconscious and the doctor told me that he has no chance and everything will end soon.But now I have freedom.When the will is announced, I will immediately leave here.I want to go to the port and become a sailor.Well, bye!It's going to be a tough day today.

O how is good to be young and healthy!What happiness is in the movement.It's great when you trust your young, healthy body,and the body, in turn, trusts you.There is joy in everything and the expectation of something amazing, and joyful happiness for the rest of your life.Faro smiled all the way, waiting for a meeting and new adventures, although he did not like his face, because of the too wide hereditary family teeth and dark eyes.He decided to grow his hair a long time ago, and in his thoughts he imagined himself in everything similar to Marco,his new friend who had recently come to his class,even though he was almost a year older than all the guys in the class.

 Marco, Marco, Marco! 
Persia or now Iran(the country of the Aryans) Until recently, during the millennial dynasty, the Pahlavi was now being freed from the alien element with might and main.The beginning of Shiite extremism was pushing the Zoroastrians-fire worshippers out of the capital and large cities in the province of Shiraz(Syrah) with might and main.And what a tart and delicious grape grows there and the fruits from it!
Turning them even more into a closed community and a sect.Nomadic gypsies have also lived on the territory for many hundreds of years, having absorbed all the sun and soul of ancient Iranian traditions and the secret culture of mysticism.Poor exiles: originally from India in the 5th century AD .From dirty, impoverished India, where unsanitary conditions have grown into the way of life of the population and someday in the future will definitely make itself felt by pandemics.So,the Gypsies were expelled from India, like the Jews from Egypt.It was believed that infectious diseases spread from them.They were expelled by whole families and births, allowing them to take all the carpets.There was some truth in this, since insects lived in the carpets-sources of diseases, for example, the same plague.After the expulsion, the entire camp was burned along with the remaining belongings that were unclean according to the Hindu belief.The infection was also burned with a cleansing fire.Before that, the Gypsies are free They moved all over India, without observing caste differences, carrying with them the threat of spreading infections.So with their migration, the plague got to Europe for the first time.But science did not yet know about this at that time.
Ah, kind-hearted grandfather Rabindranath Tagore! Your JANA GANA MANA, which has become the national anthem about the reconciliation of peoples from the Ganges to the Himalayas of Great India, will forever remain only a dream-a fantasy of a barefoot Bengali boy sensitive to the truth and beauty of the world.

Marco's ancestors were gypsies-fire worshippers from Shiraz, mixed with the local population, were light in skin and hair color,with blue eyes.Real arias.But the majority of the indigenous local population of Iran were red, as well as the color of the sacred fire they revered.It was considered fashionable for everyone ,regardless of gender and age , to dye their hair and beards with henna,which later became fashionable in Europe.

That morning,a slender,fair-haired,but dark-tanned boy entered their class independently,his hair was tied with a beaded ribbon with the name Marco, almost like the Indians from the westerns.Their old class teacher Yasin introduced him as Marko and asked him to love and favor and help with his studies, briefly explaining the history of the exiles to the children.

Marko himself sat down at Faruk's desk,pushing him lightly and said:
-Move over, you fat sheep!Which caused everyone to laugh, since Farokh Balsara was a tall and thin boy, an angular teenager.
-I'm Marco :he said to Faro,holding out a hot, dry palm to him.
-Let's get acquainted,let's be friends.
-Come to the market square tonight.As soon as the heat comes down, my sister and I will give a performance.You can help us with the fees.You will be our asker, because it is difficult to sing and bypass the audience at the same time.We should take them warm before they get cold, he said with a smile.Faro swallowed his saliva and also smiled in response.He loved new adventures and interesting people,which are so few in our provincial Zanzibar.
Marco put his arm around Faro's shoulder and pointed at him with his fingers and showed his fist to the fat twin boys sitting at the table the last desk.They were Faro's nightmare and constantly bullied him and laughed at him.The twins, seeing the fist, frowned and stared at the ceiling, sniffing their noses.After this incident, no one bothered Faro at school anymore.

Marco's twin sister Safira,whom he called Saphira, apparently because of the color of her eyes. She was transferred to a girls ' class at the same school.She was slightly taller than her brother,slim and darker-haired,but her eyes were sky-blue like Marco's.
Like Athena from the myths of ancient Greece, Faro thought to himself.This was a rarity in the dark-skinned population of the Peloponnese, which is why it found its mention in myths,as well as :the light-haired Apollo and his sister Artemis and Aphrodite,the golden-haired lady of Cyprus.
From early childhood, he read these myths in an illustrated book and often dreamed of living during the Olympic heroes and demigods, with the same beautiful, healthy and wise people, playing the kithara, singing hymns of love to the body and life.Compete in athletics and versification.

Faro couldn't wait for the evening and kissed his mother,ran out into the yard,saddled his bike and drove,pedaling hard,towards the market square.The sun was already blinding less brightly and the idle people were slowly crawling out to the center of the city.People have already gathered in the square.In some places,old people were already sitting in their usual places,smoking cigarettes, near the old wall fountain.
  From the direction of the bazaar, the mournful sounds of local flutes could already be heard.Local fakirs were already laying out their simple belongings before the performance.
Faro saw Marco and his sister somewhat apart from everyone else.Marco was sitting on a small bench in unusual leather shoes with wide heels like the Spaniards.He was tuning an old guitar and humming softly to himself.His sister was standing somewhat to one side in a wide colorful skirt with a black lace border,with a silk scarf on her shoulders.In her hands she had a small tambourine and castanets on a leather cord.They waved cheerfully at him when they saw Faro, urging him to come quickly.
-Hi, are you Faro?:Safira asked and smiled and lightly grabbed the tip of his nose.
-"Leave him alone,Sister," Marco said. He's a great guy, not like these fat stupid sheep.
-Did you happen to bring something to eat?I really want to eat today.
Faro happily handed his friends homemade cakes wrapped in wrapping paper,which his mother always gave him with her.Faro did not like to eat a lot,but he always took it with him,so as not to offend his mother,to treat his friends in class,and especially for hooligans from high school,so that he would not be bullied once again or for beggars,who were not few in the city.
It's with chicken!
-Thank you:Marko said, taking the pie and giving his sister the whole bag, immediately swallowed without chewing.
- Marco, where did you learn to play the guitar from?
- Ha!Yes, we all know how to sing and play.Our family is from Persia, but initially we emigrated to Portugal,but under Salazar we were also expelled from there, like many others.Okay, the people have already gathered.Faro, take off your cap,it doesn't go with your long hair.When we start, just walk with her between the audience.Look pityingly into their eyes and say nothing.They will give you more!
- Yes, yes:Faro replied, what if someone from my friends or relatives sees me?Dad and Mom will be told.They will say that I am shaming them as well as the whole family!
-But you want to be an artist, be ready for any role.What kind of actor is this who is afraid of uncomfortable roles?But you will immediately understand what our craft is, Marco pointed out to him.
And his sister, having fun, quietly hit Faro with a tambourine on the lower back, urging him into the crowd.
A guitar and castanets sounded.Marco suddenly began to sing a folk Fado in a high, hoarse voice, accelerating the tempo and switching to very high notes with a hoarseness.His sister began to dance to the beat of the music, shaking her whole body and tapping her tambourine at the end of the phrases.Some kind of miracle of obsession began.There was everything in this dance and song.There was all life,all its suffering,all the madness,all the love,all the blood and dew of our Sun.
The audience, not used to such a spectacle, gathered around them in silence.And little Faro, forgetting about his fears, as if turned on, also danced around the audience to the beat of the music, dancing and singing along.Looking up at them hopefully with his dark moistened eyes and managed to say something in rhyme to each viewer.And the audience, as if spellbound, did not skimp and generously poured coins and even bills into his cap.At the end of the performance, the guys bowed low to Marco, as if shaking off the stiffness of their numb body, non-stop, I did ring somersaults several times and at the end I did a handstand,stretching his legs as much as possible,spread them apart and easily jumped to the ground, shaking off his hands.
Many women were crying softly,some clapped their hands.
Marco and his sister asked Faro what time it was and quickly all hurried together to a side street.
Grabbing the cap with the proceeds from Faro on the run, Marco poured everything into his sister's bag.He took the largest bill and handed it to Faruk along with the cap.
- Thank you, here's your share! We are in a hurry,our neighbor's truck is leaving soon,we need to hurry.
- Guys, I don't need anything.I'm so glad you invited me.I won't take any money from you.I'm so happy!Can I come to you, at least for a day.I so want to learn a lot and learn from you.Please, Faro begged, handing back the banknote.
-I've never had such best friends.
- No, baby!It's yours by right.I don't know what you said,but we've never been paid this much before.You've earned it.But you can come to us next Sunday. Take a couple of friends for a sleepover.There will be a holiday of the summer solstice and a full moon.We will light bonfires,swim, sing,dance, guess, drink and enjoy life. See you at school.
  And the brother and sister quickly ran down the street.Faro was still standing there, fascinated by everything he had seen and heard.When he came to himself ,he got on his bike and drove towards the house.He was stopped by Abdullah Khan, the owner of a gas station and an underground gambling house, whom many residents of the city were afraid of, who came out of the chainlc opposite the square.He beckoned Faro with his hand, and stroking his huge stomach and panting from the sweat streaming from his face, asked.
-I think you're Faro?Who is this girl who danced so well now?
Faro said something to him and immediately pedaled his bike towards the house.He remembered that his favorite music programs would be on the radio tonight.

Hurry up, go ahead!
Faro had been driving for a long time on a country road.There was only the summer nature of magical Zanzibar around.A wide field appeared.What a beautiful sky we have!There are always clouds on it.It was not long before the abandoned farm,where several gypsy families settled, remained.The bike was traveling with difficulty on a bad road.Apparently, after all,it was necessary to tighten the chain, as the guys at school advised.A large old farm appeared in the distance.We need to push harder.But suddenly, Faro felt that the treacherous chain still, the infection, slipped off.Having run over a stone, the bike began to fall over.
Faro fell into the roadside grass and stood up rubbing his bruised leg.Farukh sat down in the grass and continued to rub the place of the bruise.Suddenly, not far from him, in the thick grass, he saw a multicolored kitten lying in ambush, watching a huge fat crawling beetle.Faro also lay down on his stomach and began to watch, what will happen next.The beetle continued to crawl calmly on, and the kitten watched him closely, sometimes snapping his teeth and making funny noises.Suddenly, a large blue butterfly fluttered out to the left of them.The kitten jumped up in surprise, funny spreading its paws in flight in different directions.Faro laughed and also jumped up, spreading his arms like that kitten and turned around in a jump in the opposite direction.
ZAN-ZI-BARRR!
 He landed not quite successfully, burying his nose in the hollow between someone's girlish breasts.
He wasn't the only tracker today.He froze in surprise, feeling the warmth and elasticity of female flesh through the dress and the wonderful smell of a healthy body, honey and flowers.It was Marco's sister Saphira, who came up to him unnoticed while he was watching the kitten.He saw Marco behind her. Faro looked up at Saphira and noticed that the hair on her head fell strangely only on the left side of her face.Farokh sniffed in surprise and, not knowing what to say, suddenly asked, without knowing why:
-"Saphira, will you marry me?My grandmothers and aunts have already tormented me with questions about marriage.They are already slowly looking for a wife for me, according to our tradition. My sister secretly showed me their photos and we laughed. All some ugly and stupid fatties.
Saphira smiled broadly and asked something from her brother who came up to them in their language. Marco answered her something and pointed with the thumb of his right hand at half of his long index finger and shook it in front of her nose.She laughed merrily and it was like a handful of silver bells scattered over her heart.Her laughter was so pleasant to the ear.
-Have you already brought a ransom for the bride?:Marko asked him, smiling and kicking a canvas bag with coins lying next to the bike with his foot.
-It won't be enough, he continued. But don't worry,dude!
Any woman will go for you.We liked you too. 
-Just, baby, grow up a little more yet":Marco finished and showed him half of his finger again, 
 it listlessly at Faro's nose.
 Everyone was laughing now.How fun, how good, how easy!

-Let's go inside, Faro,get some rest from the road, and I'll take care of your bike in the meantime.We'll think of something:Marco said and took the bike by the steering wheel.
The guys went laughing merrily in the direction of the farm.Faro kept looking at Saphira all the way,who, for some reason, limped slightly and kept trying to cover the left side of her face.
- It's good that you came early.All of our people are in the neighboring city,but in the evening everyone will come to the holiday. And why did you come alone,I thought I called several?
Farokh explained that their parents did not let his friends go.
-Well,forget it:Marco said.

 Ah Jamal-Jamal!
The rascal Jamal.One-armed Jamal.
A tall, thin old man, cropped and shaved bald, but with thick black eyebrows. With a big and thick nose, but with blue eyes. He looks like a cunning but stupid genie from Arabic fairy tales. How much seething energy there was in him!He spoke with a strange lisp and whistling in every conceivable sound, often spitting involuntarily during the conversation. Always on the move from tears to laughter. Quickly moving from one mood to another. Most of all, it was funny when he tried to put on a serious face. When talking, he constantly gesticulated with his only left hand with a huge palm.This one of his with his only hand, he did literally some miracles.He could take out and light a match from the box, immediately light up and shuffle a deck of playing cards,and even imperceptibly steal something from the listening interlocutor. He told everyone that he had lost his hand in the World War,but the gypsies themselves,to whom he had attached himself, claimed that it had simply been cut off for him for stealing somewhere in the Maghreb countries.
The guys entered the house and immediately got into the kitchen. There, behind a makeshift stove, stood an old fat gypsy woman with a hooked nose and close-set eyes.Something was cooking in a huge vat and it smelled quite delicious. Here, on a bench, two small boys and a girl were sleeping side by side. The smell of delicious food and garlic was all over the house. Jamal walked with long strides around the kitchen and "rubbed" something to the old woman, constantly spitting and whistling with a frown.She was already tired of his non-stop chatter and had long ago realized that he just wanted to steal something to eat from the table. She has already swung several times at his elbow and a huge ladle.
Seeing the children, the old woman smiled with a toothless mouth and told them to wait until everyone arrived, then they would eat. And she pushed Jamal away from her with force.
- Here, cook yourself chicken navels, maybe you'll finally get eat:she told him.
Jamal called her an old witch and spat on his chin completely. But when he saw the guys come in, he smiled broadly at them,wiped his chin,whistled a greeting to them and immediately changed his face and walked out of the kitchen. On the way, he managed to grab something edible with his right stump and hid it in the armpit area.
- Hello,Faro, son !:Jamal whistled out of habit and left the room with them, smiling.
- Hello, Uncle Jamal. I brought you greetings from grandfather Safar from the antique shop.He asked you to be careful, because the one you are most afraid of in the world has appeared. He told you to tell my fortune on playing cards.And tell me,please, the story of that guitar that is stored in Uncle Safar's shop.
Faro watched and listened to the old man with interest. He didn't pronounce a single sound correctly. Marco told him that Jamal in his youth was a catcher of songbirds and their keeper in the service of some Ottoman nobleman. And he has forever adopted their manner of twitter whistle communication.

The brother and sister whistled, mimicking Jamal and, laughing, left the house.Saphira woke up the children and took them to the yard to wash.Marco, taking a box of tools, took care of the Faro bike. Farokh followed Jamal into the adjoining room and sat down there on a large chest, his legs dangling.Jamal,with a funny frown, walked around the room, thoughtfully pulling his chin. 
-Did I understand you correctly,Faro, that that green-eyed shaitan is already in the city?
Faro had already heard somewhere an old legend about people with green eyes,the rarest in our sublunar world. After the expulsion from Paradise, those descendants of Adam who remained faithful to Him, as a reminder of the Almighty, they inherited the color of the emerald green eyes, the color of the green trees of the Garden of Eden.A rare gemstone.This is the color of wisdom,green foliage and mercy.Only women with this color of eyes were chosen as wives by the Nephalims, giants who came down from heaven.Only such women could withstand their power and remain faithful to them.Those who died after the flood.Their offspring have the knowledge of the greatest good and evil.They are like trees that have strong health and vitality.And they live as long as ordinary trees.And they can only live where trees can grow, leaving with dignity and in silence. There have never been traitors and famous dictators and villains among them.

 - Son, this guitar comes from Italy. Its creator was the best of the students of the great violin master Guarneri.He had an only and beloved son, who was born with a unique musical ear. Suffering from the imperfection of sound transmission in musical instruments, this gifted young man was a little damaged in his mind.And was constantly breaking them, trying to set them up perfectly.His father,out of compassion for him,within a year created a unique guitar with the expectation that its strings would never weaken from playing and from time.He came up with a system of double ratchet locking screws.He chose the best unknown tree by sound parameters.Also he came up with the best varnish based on amber and the last drops of sacrificial blood.With hope and love, day after day, he conjured this guitar.And on the night before Christmas he finally finished working on it.Also he made a case for its storage from the same materials and a panbarchate.He also had to come up with a unique lock so that no outsider could open the guitar case without the owner's knowledge.And on the same Christmas night, he gave it to his poor son.For the first time in many years, his son smiled meaningfully. The son tuned the guitar ,started playing it and calmed down and  lived quite happily.His father found him a worthy bride.Beautiful, kind and quite educated.The young people lived happily for a long time .But after some time, the son began to go to a secret room at night, open the guitar and play it.Taking out on her all the suffering of his soul, seeking perfection.All happiness,all feelings and love.He has already tried to use the bow to make his guitar speak to the world in a human voice.The beautiful young wife could not like it for a long time.What should she do alone at night?After all, she loved her husband very much.And she has already become jealous of her husband for this guitar.One autumn night, she I crept into the cherished room, opened the guitar.She took it,closed the case and threw away the key to the lock.Disguised so as not to be recognized by anyone,she came to the port to drown this damned guitar in the sea forever.And saw her there, a merchant who knew her, who simply agreed with her about the price, since he had been collecting rare tools all his life.Like everyone else in the city, he had heard rumors about this guitar.The wife returned home and set a condition for her husband:it's either me or the guitar.The husband chose her, but sometimes he still went into that room.He took the case in his hands and rocked it on his lap and sang songs to him like a child.He still thought that the guitar was inside, because the case was heavy, remembering the past.No one knows what happened to them next.But many years later I bought this guitar from the ruined heirs of the merchant's son...
...

...It was already too late.They walked in silence from the pond.Each of them was now thinking about his own.Voices could already be heard in the distance, and smoke and the glow of flames from bonfires could be seen.Marco walked barefoot,rolled up his trousers and sometimes shook his long, blond hair, still not dried after a long bath.He had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it.Suddenly he stopped abruptly and called Faro over.
Marco grabbed the approaching Faro by the back of the head,spat out a cigarette and brought his face close to his face whispered in his ear:
-Can you keep secrets, Faro? 
- Yes:Farokh also whispered back to him, feeling that at last some terrible secret would be revealed to him, which would explain everything that was happening these days.
-I kill the man:Marco whispered fervently in his ear. 
Faro shuddered and smiled, thinking that this was such a joke.Marco abruptly turned around and began to walk in circles around Faro, rubbing his temples with his hands.
-Did you see what happened to Saphira?In short:yesterday Abdullah Khan sent to us some unknown beggar with a note that he urgently needed a housewife in a country house.He was recommended to Saphira as a decent girl who knows how to wash and cook, and also knows how to keep her mouth shut.Because a lot of different people and women go to him,and he does not need publicity.The locals are afraid to go to his service, etc.It all sounded quite convincing.He also asked her to come with her things in the evening and start working.Later, he will agree with us about the amount of payment at the school, too it will warn them.The main thing is to get to work right away, since he is waiting for some important guest or guests.No one in the city liked that fat jackal Abdullah Khan.And we are even more so.But we have a difficult situation and everyone had to agree.I volunteered to accompany her all the way home,and I'll stay quietly and see what's going on there and how.I felt that he was not telling us something.Everyone was too suspicious of this beast in the guise of a man.I always carry my Damascus steel knife with me,my inheritance.I am agile and strong.What should I be afraid of?I accompanied my sister to his summer home, and I pretended that I return home and it is not noticeable for everyone that I returned back to the neighbors by the street.It is practically not residential. I climbed over the fence and climbed a tree in his garden,right in front of the house.I could see everything that was happening in his house from there.At first, everything seemed to be going fine.They just went from room to room. Abdullah Khan showed where everything is and what to do and by what date and where to start.We also went to the kitchen.Here he pulled her to him and reached his fat hairy hands under her skirt.Saphira screamed and tried to push him away.He swung and hit her on the cheek with the back of his huge paw with rings.She fell to the floor, she bled.She screamed and pushed him away and, screaming, she ran away from the kitchen, knocking over a bucket of water.Cursing, he ran after her ,but he slipped on a bucket and fell heavily with all his huge bulk to the floor.Saphira, holding her cheek on which blood was flowing, did not understand the way, rushed away from this damned house.I climbed down from the tree, went into the kitchen and turned off the light.Abdullah Khan was sitting on the floor, cursing, rubbing his strangely twisted leg, he must have broken it in the fall.I calmly approached him and took out my Damascus dagger...

No one knows about it,I didn't tell my sister anything either.Abdullah Khan had a lot of enemies,if we all remain silent, they will think about them, but they will not get involved and everything will calm down over time.But I can't find my headband anywhere, which has embroidered me with beads by my sister.I must have lost it somewhere along the way.
Faro couldn't believe his ears,he just stood there and thought that he was just dreaming.He didn't know what to do,but he remembered how his mother comforted his sister and also went up to Marco, stroked his still not dried hair.Marco's shoulders were shaking convulsively, either from the cold or from excitement.
Faro took him by the hands and told him everything that he had seen today and everything that he had heard from Said, Abdullah Khan's nephew.Marco listened very carefully.Then he exhaled shakily and lit a cigarette.Gradually, he began to calm down.

- Be calm, Marco! I will be silent about everything.You have no idea what a hero you are.You have nothing to blame yourself for.This creature has long deserved it!
Marco laughed nervously and, giving Faro a friendly push on the shoulder, ran towards the farm.
- Catch up,Faro!I bet you'll lose!
Farokh, not thinking about anything else, ran after Marko. A little before reaching the house, Marco stopped near the forked trunk of an old tree and put his hand into the hollow and took out a large army canteen.Immediately he took several large sips from it and exhaled, handed it to Farokh who ran up to him.
- Here, brother!Take a sip.This is a real French cognac from Abdullah Khan.
Faro did not boldly take a large flask in both hands ,sniffed and squeezed his eyes shut, took a big sip and immediately coughed.His mouth was not pleasantly burned.Faro had never tasted strong alcohol before,only wine and beer with the older guys in secret from his parents.
Marko, smiling, he patted him on the back and took the flask from him.Took a sip and rinsed his mouth with visible pleasure and swallowed.Handing the flask back to Faroukh he said:"Dude, cognac is not vodka,it should be drunk properly like this.First, warm it in your mouth,and then swallow it.
Now Faro confidently took a big sip and did everything as his friend advised.Now the cognac entered well, enveloping everything inside with a pleasant warmth.
-That's how it should be!We need to warm up the water in the pond was cold.Let's be healthy!Cheer's!
Marco handed Faro a cigarette, already lit.
- Here, now take a smoke.Become a man.It's time to say goodbye to children's toys.Are you the groom or not?
Faro already agreed to everything and, taking a cigarette, took a drag ,and coughed again,but then he overcame himself and, choking, took several puffs.The friends took a couple more sips and Marco, firmly screwing the lid, hid the flask back in the hollow of the tree.There he also kept his dagger and a gift bag of Faro.The guys went back to the farm already drunk and hugged their shoulders and started singing a song they knew.All the fears were immediately gone.The alcohol began to take effect.And Faro, emboldened, sang along with Marco very beautifully and cheerfully. The song was indecent.

There was Wiseman from Baghdad.
He was rich, but stupid like butt.
He had four wives and the mother
Two older and two much more younger.
Young wives were dreamed from spose
Look fresh as nice as a rose,
But old ones considered better
To make him look older and clever.
At night, he slept like a drunk,
And his wives begun tore out:
The youngers remove only gray hair,
What is older remains of the past.
And just before Ramadan
He found his beard is all gone.

Re: Oh,testicles, balls of Mister's!Two funny & naughty twin sisters.

To feel him in shame hi is fleeing
Took old wives to making care him.
But leaving the young ones at home
He hired young eunuch to come.
They went to his mother house,
Grow new beard asking shut the mouth.
Brother twin of a young castrate
Started visiting harem each night.
Happy days quickly gone,by the matter
In three moons, the bellies grew fatter.
With new beard and poor of memory,
Our wiseman entered home with family.
Happy end,unbelievable miracle!
Castrate's checking was too convincible.

Oh testicles, balls of Mister's!Two funny & naughty twin sisters.

So they slowly walked forward.

Marko's relatives have already gathered.Two huge bonfires were laid out.People were sitting on the ground on bedspreads and eating cooked food.Our friends also sat down with the others.No one was surprised at Faroukh,Marko often brought friends to him, despite the sluggish objections of relatives who avoided strangers, according to the customs of the family.But everyone has since come to terms with this,since the guy always did everything in his own way and kept himself independent of everyone and everything,sometimes disappearing all day and night in the city with his friends.Faro was sitting next to Marco ,his arm around his shoulders, like many around him.The guitars sounded beautifully,everyone sang in turn.Two gypsy women, young and old, have already started an incendiary dance.Someone has already started singing a solo in some unfamiliar, but touching nasal-throat voice. Faro had never heard such singing before.Bottles of wine were passed around.Faro didn't like wine,he didn't like sharp smells and tastes at all,but he still drank a few sips with Marco.The wine was tart and moderately sweet.From time to time,he look at Saphira,who was sitting a little ahead of them along with the girls,who were whispering to each other about something, glancing at the guys around. He looked at her with different adoring-loving eyes.
He suddenly realized that he liked everything about these new friends. They live by their own rules and customs, protecting their honor and freedom from the outside world. Faro sighed and fell on his back, putting his hands under his head and looking at the starry sky.And it seemed to him that today the whole Earth should celebrate the solstice and the full moon of hearts with them.
Saphira looked back at Faro and winked at him, beckoning him with her hand.Faro, staggering a little, got up and hitched up his trousers, approached her.
-According to our customs, the bride and groom must walk together between two bonfires.
Let's go?:she asked with a smile.
Faro boldly and resolutely took her hand and they went together to the flames of the bonfires.
Marco trailed after them,he did not particularly like this idea.But then, he,too, apparently from the alcohol he had already taken, became cheerful and he already began to push them in the back.Saphira and Faro approached the passage between the fires,but suddenly, almost approaching the flame itself, Faro twisted his leg, which had already been bruised many times today, and gasping, began to fall to the right from the pain, releasing his girlfriend's hand, dangerously close to the flame of the fire to his right.He realized that he could not run forward or go back.
Marco, without hesitation, grabbed him in his arms and ran with Faro after Saphira.When they passed the heat of the fires, everyone stopped abruptly.
- Now you are the bride and groom.:Saphira told the guys smiling.
- Shut up!Wait!!
A couple of meters away from them, a venomous snake was crawling on the ground, apparently attracted by the unusual heat .Everyone froze as if rooted to the spot.
None of the adults could see what was happening because of the flames.They could only hear their approving laughter.
- Stay still! It will crawl away by itself:Marco told everyone.
And he hugged Faro even tighter.The guys immediately sobered up. Faro just felt Marco's strong hands and could hear their hearts beating.The snake slowly crawled away.Marco lowered Faro to the ground and looked back. Jamal ran out of breath from behind the fire with a sharp shovel in his hand. When he reached the snake, he whistled and threw a shovel at it.The snake's head was expertly cut in half.
Jamal sometimes performed at the bazaar together with Marco as a thrower and a knife swallower.Taking the dead snake by the tail, he spun it over his head and threw it into the very center of the fire.

Then everyone just sang,drank, cried, laughed and danced a lot.There was a harmony in all this.
Faro suddenly felt very bad,he was constantly throwing up. Rather, it was more from the fullness of all the experiences of today than from what he had drunk,because he was a very tender and impressionable teenage boy in his soul.
Moving away from everyone, he went towards the well-a spring that gushed out of the ground.He bent down and saw his distorted image in the rippling water and the glow of the full moon.He never liked himself.Even as a child, he dreamed of a magic eraser and pencil, which could change all the imperfections of this world. He began to shiver. We probably bought too much today.Marco came up to him and threw an old woolen blanket over his shoulders.It immediately became warmer.
- What, brother?Is it a little hard to get used to?
- No, I think so. Everything is fine.Thank you for the blanket.
- Listen, my friend.We've decided as a family that it's time for us to get out of here.Now it is already possible to go to England. Let's go to the island of our kind and noble Queen.You know yourself,all of us, bound by mutual responsibility, have sins behind our souls.This is our life.Se la vie,I think that's what the French say.In an hour, before dawn, we will go in different directions.Don't be offended,my friend.You can't come with us,only there will be trouble.Actually, my sister and I have a hard time getting along with people,but we liked you.She asked me to tell you that she will never have a better bridegroom than you,dear.Here's a kiss for you from her.Marco mimed blowing a kiss.
Faro made a gesture that caught him, pressing his palm to his lips and heart.
-She will not come to you herself,she has become an adult today.Women's affairs,you know, have begun.You still try to quickly forget everything that we had with you.We will always remain friends, and maybe we will meet again someday.Here's a couple of pebbles to remember you by.These are Tanzanites as Jamal told me.Abdullah Khan has whole bags of them in his house.I have chosen the most beautiful and largest of them for you.Now they are not much appreciated,but they are, however, very, very beautiful. Maybe over time they will be appreciated more for their beauty.He opened his hand and put into Faro's hand two large, wonderful bluish-sapphire, transparent and almost round stones, similar to the color of Saphira and Marco's eyes.
-You stay in the house until morning, get some sleep.And in the morning you will go home.I left you something to eat and drink there, otherwise you haven't tasted anything.
Well, goodbye, my friend.Now you are with us forever and ours.
The boys hugged each other tightly and Marco went to the adults without looking back.
But little Faro will never forget all the events of this long day and night.This friendship.This incipient love. They will be the eternal engine of his future creativity and crazy love in search of the beauty of this world that always eludes him.

Faro sighed heavily and fell exhausted on a low cot.Tears were streaming down his cheeks.He didn't notice how he fell asleep.He was awakened by a sudden thunder and the sound of the wind. In the distance, the reflections of distant lightning shone.A cyclone was approaching.Little Faro was afraid.The house and the yard were empty.No one was there anymore.Only the cats were quietly fussing in the corner.The fires burned out.Faro looked up at the sky.For some reason, he wanted to scream with self-pity.But it was necessary to get out of here faster, before the downpour caught up.The storm will be for a long time.He was afraid again.

It's a long drive from here to the house.It was the predawn twilight.Faro put on his jacket,put the stones he had given him into his pocket and ran to the bike in the yard.He need to be in time before the rain starts at all costs, otherwise the roads will immediately get wet and it will be impossible to pass. 
Like a madman, he pedaled madly and saw with horror that the storm was coming here from the city.He will get wet anyway halfway to the house.But he stubbornly pedaled, urging himself on with a shout at almost every beat.His whole body,legs and throat ached.He felt a painful heat.But he kept driving and driving towards the city.The wind was still blowing at his back, but it always seemed to him that he was standing still, even though he had already traveled more than two-thirds of the way to the city.Faro glanced at his watch.He wore his mother's, although the guys at school laughed, but many of them did not have them at all.Dad's were too big for his narrow hand.
He had been driving for more than an hour and a half.Here is the turn to the cemetery.Suddenly, a huge blinding lightning crossed the entire sky and immediately the wind began and rain poured down.In the direction of the city, lightning was constantly beating,the rain had already turned into a downpour.Faro was immediately soaked through.When he arrived at the cemetery, he was already all wet to the skin.Here you can get a little shelter from the rain behind the trees.And suddenly, the treacherous chain still slipped off.Faro fell with all his might into the mud, but managed to put his hands up.He jumped up and sobbed bitterly.He felt that he did not have the strength to get to the city even on foot.It was scary in the cemetery.Trees in in the light of the lightning, they looked like terrible giant robbers waiting for him by the road.
Faro just howled and knelt down exhausted.Hot tears were constantly pouring down his face, which was tired of everything.More than anything, he wanted to go home to his mother.

Faro simply began to sing and pray fervently.Headlights flashed in the distance, rapidly approaching in his direction. Farokh jumped to his feet and began waving his arms and shouting.The Cadillac he had already seen drove up and the stranger from earlier got out of the car. Walking up to Faro, he patted him on the head and told him to go to the car.With one hand, he picked up his bike and threw it into the huge trunk of his car.From there, he pulled out a light travel blanket and threw it over the boy.Already in the car, he handed Faro a thermos of coffee.Faro no longer had the strength to be surprised by anything.He was just taking small sips of still hot coffee.The stranger, as always, smiled at him and they drove in silence towards the city.The stranger smelled pleasantly of cologne.
-"You're Faro Balsara, aren't you?":the stranger asked.
- Yes, sir:the boy answered.I won't ask you where you were , who you were with, and what you saw there.I already know everything about everyone.I'm just coming from there myself.Your new friends have run away.This is the outcome.There's a police raid right now, but don't worry.They won't be found.I only needed one person there. His name is Jamal. I should have seen him a long time ago.Do you know him?Faro didn't say anything and just pulled his head into his shoulders.
- Well, that's fine!This monkey is his own worst enemy.He will find himself, because he is always where the noise is.And with such a noticeable appearance, he can not hide for a long time.His stupid tongue and craving for adventures will lead him to his own destruction.By the way, kid, there was a fire in the city from a thunderstorm,in the old part of it.Several houses were completely burned down.During a thunderstorm, the electricity was cut off, and the old drunkard Safar and his wife tried to light a kerosene lamp and themselves burned down their house and shop from drunken eyes.They were sheltered by their neighbors until the children came to pick them up .
Faro listened to the stranger as if in a dream and silently nodded his head to him.He couldn't speak,his throat was very sore,and he didn't want to.He just wanted to return to his native home more than anything in the world now,He was very tired of all the worries of these days,the memory of which will now be enough for him for the rest of his life.

They drove to the street where Safar lived.The house and shop burned down completely, but the fire was already extinguished.It was raining heavily and there was a disgusting smell of burning.There wasn't a soul on the street.
- Let's stop for a minute, the stranger said and stopped the car, went outside, poked a pile of burnt things with the toe of his boot and quickly went into the next house.Soon he came out of there, carrying something in his hands.When he got into the car,he wiped his face with a handkerchief and handed Faro a large old leather-bound book.On it was written in ancient letters Goethe .As a bookmark, there was a beaded headband for Marco's head.
-Here's a gift from Uncle Safar,he doesn't need anything anymore,his mind has left him.This book is written about all of us, too.
Soon they arrived at the house of Faro's parents.The stranger got out of the car, pulled out a broken Faro bike from the trunk and knocked loudly on the gate.Dad and Mom came out of the door.Farokh happily ran out of the car and ran up to his mother.The stranger began to talk seriously about something with Farokh's father, apparently discussing the boy.
- Mom, I'm so glad that I'm finally home.That you're meeting me.I love you so much.I will always obey you now.
Mom kissed him very hard and went with Faro to the house to prepare a bath.

Faro slept for a long time.When he woke up, he looked around.He was at home. His neck was very sore,and there was a gauze bandage on it.There were some medications on the table.His beloved cats were sleeping around him on the bed.Faro got out of bed,waking the cats who were dissatisfied with his awakening. He tried to remember something.His head was completely sterile.His memory didn't tell me anything.

Faro's mother came into the room.
- Faro, little one, you've been ill for almost a week.We all prayed for you to get well as soon as possible.I cooked your favorite dishes and kept waiting for you to wake up.You were delirious in your sleep for a long time and called some people whose names none of us knows.We were so afraid for you.Your favorite cats didn't want to leave you.They kept you warm all the time and protected you from nightmares during a long sleep.But now everything will be fine,your dad has agreed.
We will soon move to England.You will study and will become quite a gentleman.We were all so afraid for you, my heart.

Faro's mind suddenly cleared up.Was everything really just a dream and a painful obsession?Faro opened his locker and saw two round blue stones on the shelf, they were lying on a book in an old leather binding with a bookmark made of beaded ribbon.Faro smiled softly to himself, kissed the stones and, pressing them to his heart, opened the book and opened it at random.It was the Ganymede of the great Goethe.

A thousand-fold love happiness is pouring into my heart.
Your warmth is a sacred feeling
Immortal beauty!

Let it be my Modus vivendi.
I will keep a diary and write down all my desires and dreams there.
The great Goethe has already written about Ganymede.I will be Mercury.He has almost the same story,but he is richer and smarter.I'm all alive as quicksilver by myself.Friedrich Nietzsche wrote "So said Zarathustra" as the quintessence of the ancient Iranian epic.But I will not become Frederic Chopin either.I don't have such big hands for virtuoso piano playing.I'll just be Freddie for all my favorites.

On this day, Farokh Balsara ended its existence. The genius of Freddie Mercury(Marco?) was born...

Haris Soter PhD.


Dominus Rex Misericordiae!