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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

            everywhere: at other lessons, during breaks, at home and outside. I drew on sand,
            paper and window-glass, in  short
            – anywhere possible. I drew only human eyes for some reason. It seemed to me then
            that it would help me to find a very important answer. I was always fond of observing
            human faces, eyes in particular, because very often people dislike saying what they
            truly think, but their eyes tell everything. It is obvious that not in vain they say that
            eyes are the mirror of our soul. And I drew hundreds and hundreds of these eyes – sad
            and happy, grieving and satisfied, kind and wicked. For me it was again a time of
            cognition of something, the next attempt to dig down to some truth, although I had
            no idea of what truth. It was just the next time of "search", which, with different
            "digressions", lasted almost my whole conscious life.


                       Giving up eating
                  Day flew after day, months passed, and I continued to surprise (and sometimes
            terrify!) my family and very often myself with my numerous new "unbelievable" and
            sometimes unsafe adventures. When I was nine I suddenly, for some unknown to me
            reason,  stopped  eating,  which  terribly  frightened  my  mother  and  upset  my
            grandmother.

                  My grandmother was a genuine first-class cook! All the members of our family
           gathered  at  the  table  to  enjoy  her  famous  cabbage  pirozhki,  including  my  mother’s
           brother, who lived then 150 kilometres away. Nevertheless, he came to visit us every
           time when my grandma baked her pirozhki. Even now I remember very well and with
           enormous warmth those "great and mysterious" preparations: the smell of the fresh yeast
           pastry, which had been rising for the whole night in a clay pot near the stove and turned
           in the morning into dozens of white circles spread all over the kitchen table, waiting for
           their magic time to turn into fluffy pirozhki... and my grandma, concentrating, her hands
           covered with white flour, busy, like a bee buzzing around the stove. I also remember
           how impatiently we waited for the moment when our "craving" nostrils could finally
           snatch the first amazing, deliciously delicate, savour of freshly baked pastry…
                  It always was a very special occasion, a true feast, because everybody adored her
            pirozhki. And whoever came to our house, there always was a place for him at my
            grandma’s large and hospitable table. We always stayed late at night, trying to prolong
            the  delight  of  being  together.  But  even  when  our  tea-drinking  was  over,  nobody
            wanted to leave; it was  as if  my  grandma  "baked"  part of her kind  soul into  her
            pirozhki and everybody wanted to sit a little bit longer and warm themselves near her
            cosy hearth and big heart.

                  My grandma truly  loved to cook; whatever she made was always incredibly
            delicious.  It    could  be  Siberian  meat  dumplings,  smelling  so  good  that  all  our
            neighbours mouths watered "hungrily", or my favourite cherry-and-cottage cheese
            vatrushkas which literally melted in my mouth, leaving the amazing taste of warm
            and  fresh  cherries  and  milk  for  a  long  time.  And  even  her  most  plain  pickled
            mushrooms, which she made every year in the oak tub adding currant leaves, dill and
            garlic, were the most delicious food I ever ate in my life, despite the fact that by now
            I have travelled more than half the world and tested every delicacy one could possibly


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