In no way should you hold it over

by Yakovenko Andrey

Ann is a good friend of mine. She’s an artist. I’ve known her since my school years.
Now we live next door to each other in the uptown on Westpark Avenue.  Our links always seemed to be fated to cope well.  It’s like when two people are kindred spirit. That’s why we are easy to deal and socialize.  I can confidently state: she is the person I can share my every word with. Last weekend I had a chat with her. Unfortunately it wasn’t a conversation I used to have before.  Being alive and kicking Ann looks always happy as a sandboy. I couldn’t say that days she was sad, rather in search of something. In search of solution.
          I’m acquainted with lots of her artistic works and I really enjoy it. I can remember an exhibition session last year which was organized by well known studio. Ann was offered to expose a few of her works. During the session one of the spectators had admitted Ann to have a talent.
“The real art, I mean these, gets you” he said and pointed on her paintings. Later we were to know that man is the founder of prestigious art-school in Milan.  Up to the end of the exhibition he seemed to look for a talented people to work with. But eventually Ann was the only person he had handed over the invitation for the 1-year studying course in Milan.  For the next two weeks she’d been flying in the skies with lots of grace in her eyes. The major specialization  Ann was going to be a  journalistic.  I know her parents who often convince her to finish course at college and  have such field of occupation. But my impression is that the art is wider world where Ann feels true blessing, the imaginings she transfers onto the painting cloth is the creations of her own.
          So, at that weekend Ann was to decide if to go to Milan, as the studying semester began and I was to say my thought of it. For that moment everything became really complicated with her parents and her boyfriend also. All of them wanted her to stay like didn’t consider her guess. In my turn I was complicated too as it’s not easy to advise person you are in perfect terms with and wish only good. Moreover when you comprehended that at present moment your words might form a piece of someone’s future, when this “someone” looked into your eyes with a deep necessity of backing.
“Go the way you want” I whispered to her, “run your life…” Ann said nothing just kindly smiled and blinked her eye.  “I’m ready to give a help if you need” I added. She did smile and leave. And at that Saturday’s restful evening I didn’t even know if to wait for a phone call from 37 Westpark Avenue next morning or a postcard from Milan.