An Aviary Of Abundance /Birds In A Bone Yard
Lyev Janresisch was a very clever child. His father was a carpenter by trade and Lyev watched closely as his father made beautiful furniture for the elite. Lyev began making things and with swift observation he was able to build precise pieces on his own. With the help of his son, Lyev’s father’s business became a family concern. Customers came from all parts of Russia to purchase the beautifully made furniture that was produced in the cramped workshop of the Janresisch family.
At sixteen, Lyev met the girl he intended to marry. One day the lovely Misha came into the workshop. She was selling fresh rolls and sweet pastries dipped in chocolate and dusted with cinnamon. Misha was not a traditional beauty - she had wild unkept auburn hair and a wicked grin. They married the next year.
Both artists in their fields: Misha baked and Lyev constructed. They lived a happy simple life until the day misfortune paid a visit. Misha and Lyev went to the beach often. He did not swim and preferred to sit back, rest on the soft sand, drink a glass of beer and devour a fresh pastry or two. Misha, on the other hand, could never sit still and loved the water. She was an avid swimmer but due to a miscalculation of the weather along with the dangerous tides and currents, the sea kept her for its own.
Lyev was devastated, he could not find solace in anything. His work was becoming a reminder of his loss and the quality of his construction turning into grieving embers. Lyev turned to mythology for answers and there was much to be had in his village. Strange stories of the Chara sands in Siberia. Amid the miles and miles of sand, stood oases - ghost islands where there appeared lost loved ones. People would camp for months in front of these oases just to speak with them.
In every story the experience was different, but positive. People would leave the Chara sands with a sense of closure and hope. Despite Leyv’s sensible side, he decided to depart for the Chara sands as he was of no use to his father in this condition. With provisions of water, hardtack and dried fish, he set off.
The oases would appear in different forms to different people. In Leyv’s case he waited at a place filled with birds and bones - a mysterious, silent place. Lyev waited to hear the sweet voice of his love Misha. Weeks passed and one crescent moon night, Misha spoke to him. Lyev listened intently and followed her words. She said, “I loved you alive and I still love you dead. I will only rest easy if you begin a new life. I will be with you every step of the way ...now Go!”
With that, Lyev returned to his fishing village and slowly began a new life. He remarried, had a child, and he learned to devour each day like a fresh loaf of buttered bread. Sometimes he would hear Misha speak to him like a soft steady breeze that skimmed through his hair - a reminder to live in the present but never forget the past.
At sixteen, Lyev met the girl he intended to marry. One day the lovely Misha came into the workshop. She was selling fresh rolls and sweet pastries dipped in chocolate and dusted with cinnamon. Misha was not a traditional beauty - she had wild unkept auburn hair and a wicked grin. They married the next year.
Both artists in their fields: Misha baked and Lyev constructed. They lived a happy simple life until the day misfortune paid a visit. Misha and Lyev went to the beach often. He did not swim and preferred to sit back, rest on the soft sand, drink a glass of beer and devour a fresh pastry or two. Misha, on the other hand, could never sit still and loved the water. She was an avid swimmer but due to a miscalculation of the weather along with the dangerous tides and currents, the sea kept her for its own.
Lyev was devastated, he could not find solace in anything. His work was becoming a reminder of his loss and the quality of his construction turning into grieving embers. Lyev turned to mythology for answers and there was much to be had in his village. Strange stories of the Chara sands in Siberia. Amid the miles and miles of sand, stood oases - ghost islands where there appeared lost loved ones. People would camp for months in front of these oases just to speak with them.
In every story the experience was different, but positive. People would leave the Chara sands with a sense of closure and hope. Despite Leyv’s sensible side, he decided to depart for the Chara sands as he was of no use to his father in this condition. With provisions of water, hardtack and dried fish, he set off.
The oases would appear in different forms to different people. In Leyv’s case he waited at a place filled with birds and bones - a mysterious, silent place. Lyev waited to hear the sweet voice of his love Misha. Weeks passed and one crescent moon night, Misha spoke to him. Lyev listened intently and followed her words. She said, “I loved you alive and I still love you dead. I will only rest easy if you begin a new life. I will be with you every step of the way ...now Go!”
With that, Lyev returned to his fishing village and slowly began a new life. He remarried, had a child, and he learned to devour each day like a fresh loaf of buttered bread. Sometimes he would hear Misha speak to him like a soft steady breeze that skimmed through his hair - a reminder to live in the present but never forget the past.