TITANIC
This story was inspired by the musicians of the Titanic and is dedicated to them
The story does not contain historical facts and is written according to the pure imagination of the writer
For the people on the ship, the ocean spread out wider as they thought. In appearance, it seemed to you that you could swim across it in an instant, but on the other hand, you were enveloped in thoughts about the impossibility of ever completely crossing it. It was a two-sided feeling and therefore filled with temptation. Just as any two-sided feeling causes interest, you also tried to find out, or better yet, experience it yourself. People from different classes, speaking different languages, gathered on the ship for this purpose. Their differences in speech and manner of dressing were united only by the fact that they all wanted to experience the same two-sided feeling. In their subconscious, they believed that this two-sided feeling still had, like an unknown glimpse of the waves of the ocean, undisclosed sides invisible to the eye. Of course, all of them, having shown themselves during the trip, should have surprised them from the best side.
The One (only) ship in size so far has been the same fate of different people. In principle, it is generally accepted that no one chooses fate, but unlike fate, this ship was a voluntary choice of passengers. Another difference between it and fate was that the voluntary choice could be changed at your discretion, whenever and however you want
Every reasonable person is confident that he has sufficient potential of mind, strength, will to change the voluntary choice, every reasonable person is afraid of someone else's choice instead of his own. In the face of people boarding the ship, you can see three stages of what is happening: the manifestation, stay and exchange of different feelings among themselves. But the feeling that they voluntarily chose the path of a long voyage cannot be confused with anything. In a matter of time, the ship, which was preparing for departure, common and united as fate, was opened to all four sides. And the fifth and sixth sides don't occur to anyone right now. A ship as free as the wind has a fifth-up-to the sky, a sixth-down-to the very bottom side, but they do not count among the possible sides yet. Because a person who has difficulty coping with what he really sees, how can he predict the invisible sides? And the visible side of the ship was just pointing to the northeast. The far horizon, like a ruler measuring the shoulders to the edges of the five musicians who had just joined, cut the line between heaven and earth with a sharp edge. Having nothing in common except a love of music, five musicians could become a five-sided star, or maybe they would fit just right on the fifth side of the ship.
The ship consisted of a wide hull that held four floors above it. These floors were filled with a coffee-colored deck as hard as morning bread. Holidays and walks were organized along it. The captain of the ship himself met the musicians and informed them briefly about the upcoming noisy evenings and official events. Despite the barely noticeable effort to show himself an expert in the business of events, there was a feeling that the captain knew a little about them. When he spoke, especially in the place where he recalled the importance of playing cheerful music in the evening, which lifts the spirit, he looked away towards the ocean in order to hide his fatigue. The ocean was painted in pale blue with a lilac hue on the shore. It seemed to be an extension of the pure blue color of the captain's eyes. The eldest of the musicians, Percy Taylor, winked in other with the words: “He puts on airs" after the captain leaves. Indeed, if it were not for the desire to show the ship as special from others, the captain would not have met them personally. This was done for the sake of the more crowded than expected aristocratic society that had arrived on the ship, and for reasons of showing themselves in front of them as a collective who understand
d high art. On the contrary, as the ocean was quiet, everyone except junior musician Roger was in high spirits. It seemed to them that people on earth did not feel all the joys of music enough, and a trip on a ship across the ocean would help them "drown" in them. The reason for this was the joy of going overboard, the joy that they set off on a journey so different from the "earthly life" and it, like a brand on the forehead, was noticeable even on the face of a five-year-old girl. "I swear to God, I'm getting married today," Percy Taylor shouted after the departing young woman with a five-year-old girl. The ship stood in the pose of a white motionless shell on the shore of a light blue ocean. The active rays of the Sun, unable to completely absorb the entire ship, were limited to a bright glow only at the cabin windows. In short, the ship shone like a pearl. It looked like an undivided part of the shore at rest. When the ship slowly began to sail away from the shore, it looked like an iceberg that had split from the main snow hill. Truly, like huge stones bursting from a marble wall, the ship was moving slowly towards the deep ocean. The captain was already worried when he found out that the ship's launch was three minutes thirty-eight seconds late from the scheduled time. He took an antique brace with a silver chain out of his pocket and stared at it for a long time, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. The round clock turned into the starting point of the ship, which was just beginning to see the round world. The hands of the clock, ostensibly hinting at the unused other three sides, stopped at exactly three. Thus, it was safe to admit that the ship had separated from the shore at exactly three o'clock. "We haven't drowned yet, and you're ready, – John Clark said for the first time after they started settling in.
The youngest among the musicians, Roger, for some reason could not think of anything else but Clark's words during his smoking and covering the blue ocean with cigarette smoke. The ocean impresses with its azure color near the shore. Azure has something that can be taken as its simplicity, purity and lightness. This is how it chained to itself. Maybe this is the reason why it is so tempting like a young girl. Maybe that's why few people are afraid of the ocean at first? Is a person going to be afraid of a young simple girl who hasn't really seen the world yet? At first glance, the ocean, which creates a feeling of lightness, seems to be within reach and people forget about fear. But Roger Bricoux is not one of those who does not know the feeling of fear. Despite the fact that he is the youngest of all the musicians, he is internally more worried than the rest. At the moment when he shares cigarette smoke with the clouds in the sky, his heart is pounding faster. These smoke rings, before reaching the gray-gloomy sky, melt like snowflakes on the surface of the ocean. After a while, their unhurried maneuver, initially spreading around, and then connecting with the void, calmed Roger down. Not only was he comforted, he got into such a position that two tears flowed from his eyes. Who knows what an outsider would think if they saw his condition? But Roger himself couldn't think of anything. He fell into such silence that he felt a deep emptiness, like an ocean. At that moment, he was afraid that his life would be as long as these wide expanses. It seemed boring to him to live forever like this ancient stream of water, to live forever like the ocean. Unable to keep his head straight any longer, befuddled by cigarette smoke, he turned it towards his shoulder. That's how flowers fade, that's how the stars go out, that's how the waves disappear. If you look closely, they all lose their former lives when they change course. Roger Bricoux was a young man far from the philosophy of life. He was alien to thinking about everything. He knew that people liked his music more than philosophical thoughts. Therefore, his world was limited to the cello (violoncello), with which he plays. A kind of secret emptiness constantly shared a place in his head with the music. Now, being like a bird trying to hide from the eyes, he was very close to the ocean. His eyes were constantly "rummaging" in the lilac expanses of the ocean, which with its color smelled like his favorite cello. If you imagine the ocean in the form of a cello, then its notorious four strings would be his four companions. As for himself, he would have agreed to the steeple. Yes, of course they were musicians of different ages, but instead they had to do a common, unified job. Because they were expected, like the four strings of a cello that plays the same music, to have the same function. When he returned to his cabin, still not having gathered his thoughts on what kind of music to play, he saw that three more musicians had joined them. Thus, their "pentahedral star" group turned into an "octahedral star" group. But this fleeting connection came to an end when in the evening Wallace Hartley informed them that they would be performing, dividing into two groups in different parts of the ship. Brick had to leave them with two violinists.
to be continued
Bagul ATAYEVA
The story does not contain historical facts and is written according to the pure imagination of the writer
For the people on the ship, the ocean spread out wider as they thought. In appearance, it seemed to you that you could swim across it in an instant, but on the other hand, you were enveloped in thoughts about the impossibility of ever completely crossing it. It was a two-sided feeling and therefore filled with temptation. Just as any two-sided feeling causes interest, you also tried to find out, or better yet, experience it yourself. People from different classes, speaking different languages, gathered on the ship for this purpose. Their differences in speech and manner of dressing were united only by the fact that they all wanted to experience the same two-sided feeling. In their subconscious, they believed that this two-sided feeling still had, like an unknown glimpse of the waves of the ocean, undisclosed sides invisible to the eye. Of course, all of them, having shown themselves during the trip, should have surprised them from the best side.
The One (only) ship in size so far has been the same fate of different people. In principle, it is generally accepted that no one chooses fate, but unlike fate, this ship was a voluntary choice of passengers. Another difference between it and fate was that the voluntary choice could be changed at your discretion, whenever and however you want
Every reasonable person is confident that he has sufficient potential of mind, strength, will to change the voluntary choice, every reasonable person is afraid of someone else's choice instead of his own. In the face of people boarding the ship, you can see three stages of what is happening: the manifestation, stay and exchange of different feelings among themselves. But the feeling that they voluntarily chose the path of a long voyage cannot be confused with anything. In a matter of time, the ship, which was preparing for departure, common and united as fate, was opened to all four sides. And the fifth and sixth sides don't occur to anyone right now. A ship as free as the wind has a fifth-up-to the sky, a sixth-down-to the very bottom side, but they do not count among the possible sides yet. Because a person who has difficulty coping with what he really sees, how can he predict the invisible sides? And the visible side of the ship was just pointing to the northeast. The far horizon, like a ruler measuring the shoulders to the edges of the five musicians who had just joined, cut the line between heaven and earth with a sharp edge. Having nothing in common except a love of music, five musicians could become a five-sided star, or maybe they would fit just right on the fifth side of the ship.
The ship consisted of a wide hull that held four floors above it. These floors were filled with a coffee-colored deck as hard as morning bread. Holidays and walks were organized along it. The captain of the ship himself met the musicians and informed them briefly about the upcoming noisy evenings and official events. Despite the barely noticeable effort to show himself an expert in the business of events, there was a feeling that the captain knew a little about them. When he spoke, especially in the place where he recalled the importance of playing cheerful music in the evening, which lifts the spirit, he looked away towards the ocean in order to hide his fatigue. The ocean was painted in pale blue with a lilac hue on the shore. It seemed to be an extension of the pure blue color of the captain's eyes. The eldest of the musicians, Percy Taylor, winked in other with the words: “He puts on airs" after the captain leaves. Indeed, if it were not for the desire to show the ship as special from others, the captain would not have met them personally. This was done for the sake of the more crowded than expected aristocratic society that had arrived on the ship, and for reasons of showing themselves in front of them as a collective who understand
d high art. On the contrary, as the ocean was quiet, everyone except junior musician Roger was in high spirits. It seemed to them that people on earth did not feel all the joys of music enough, and a trip on a ship across the ocean would help them "drown" in them. The reason for this was the joy of going overboard, the joy that they set off on a journey so different from the "earthly life" and it, like a brand on the forehead, was noticeable even on the face of a five-year-old girl. "I swear to God, I'm getting married today," Percy Taylor shouted after the departing young woman with a five-year-old girl. The ship stood in the pose of a white motionless shell on the shore of a light blue ocean. The active rays of the Sun, unable to completely absorb the entire ship, were limited to a bright glow only at the cabin windows. In short, the ship shone like a pearl. It looked like an undivided part of the shore at rest. When the ship slowly began to sail away from the shore, it looked like an iceberg that had split from the main snow hill. Truly, like huge stones bursting from a marble wall, the ship was moving slowly towards the deep ocean. The captain was already worried when he found out that the ship's launch was three minutes thirty-eight seconds late from the scheduled time. He took an antique brace with a silver chain out of his pocket and stared at it for a long time, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. The round clock turned into the starting point of the ship, which was just beginning to see the round world. The hands of the clock, ostensibly hinting at the unused other three sides, stopped at exactly three. Thus, it was safe to admit that the ship had separated from the shore at exactly three o'clock. "We haven't drowned yet, and you're ready, – John Clark said for the first time after they started settling in.
The youngest among the musicians, Roger, for some reason could not think of anything else but Clark's words during his smoking and covering the blue ocean with cigarette smoke. The ocean impresses with its azure color near the shore. Azure has something that can be taken as its simplicity, purity and lightness. This is how it chained to itself. Maybe this is the reason why it is so tempting like a young girl. Maybe that's why few people are afraid of the ocean at first? Is a person going to be afraid of a young simple girl who hasn't really seen the world yet? At first glance, the ocean, which creates a feeling of lightness, seems to be within reach and people forget about fear. But Roger Bricoux is not one of those who does not know the feeling of fear. Despite the fact that he is the youngest of all the musicians, he is internally more worried than the rest. At the moment when he shares cigarette smoke with the clouds in the sky, his heart is pounding faster. These smoke rings, before reaching the gray-gloomy sky, melt like snowflakes on the surface of the ocean. After a while, their unhurried maneuver, initially spreading around, and then connecting with the void, calmed Roger down. Not only was he comforted, he got into such a position that two tears flowed from his eyes. Who knows what an outsider would think if they saw his condition? But Roger himself couldn't think of anything. He fell into such silence that he felt a deep emptiness, like an ocean. At that moment, he was afraid that his life would be as long as these wide expanses. It seemed boring to him to live forever like this ancient stream of water, to live forever like the ocean. Unable to keep his head straight any longer, befuddled by cigarette smoke, he turned it towards his shoulder. That's how flowers fade, that's how the stars go out, that's how the waves disappear. If you look closely, they all lose their former lives when they change course. Roger Bricoux was a young man far from the philosophy of life. He was alien to thinking about everything. He knew that people liked his music more than philosophical thoughts. Therefore, his world was limited to the cello (violoncello), with which he plays. A kind of secret emptiness constantly shared a place in his head with the music. Now, being like a bird trying to hide from the eyes, he was very close to the ocean. His eyes were constantly "rummaging" in the lilac expanses of the ocean, which with its color smelled like his favorite cello. If you imagine the ocean in the form of a cello, then its notorious four strings would be his four companions. As for himself, he would have agreed to the steeple. Yes, of course they were musicians of different ages, but instead they had to do a common, unified job. Because they were expected, like the four strings of a cello that plays the same music, to have the same function. When he returned to his cabin, still not having gathered his thoughts on what kind of music to play, he saw that three more musicians had joined them. Thus, their "pentahedral star" group turned into an "octahedral star" group. But this fleeting connection came to an end when in the evening Wallace Hartley informed them that they would be performing, dividing into two groups in different parts of the ship. Brick had to leave them with two violinists.
to be continued
Bagul ATAYEVA
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