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The Picture of Dawn || Part-3

Mekhri Abdurakhmonova
November 4, 2022 11:00 am
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The Picture of Dawn

Writer: Mekhri Abdurakhmonova
Translator: Khafiza Mukhtorova


– Wow, she was watching the picture, suddenly she fell unconscious.

– If she is low in blood, she might be dizzy and fall.

– An ambulance should be called.

– Don’t move.

It was only when I opened my eyes that I realized that these sounds coming to my ears from far belonged to me. What happened to me? Where am I?

Then I saw the picture of dawn hanging above me. So, I’m lying in the showroom. It was bad. I have to get up. I have to walk out myself.

– Ana came to herself. Please help, let’s get him into the room.

They took me into the room by supporting me from both sides. They took me down on a chair and got water to drink.

– Have you come to yourself, sister? An ambulance is being called; it will come quickly.

– No. No need. I guess I’m a little tired. It will pass now.

– Look, health mut be the first place. The rest of the work will be done tomorrow, if not today.

– Where is the artist? I have to see him.

I still don’t understand why I asked him lying in bed. I was embarrassed to realize that if the picture had an effect, it would be inappropriate for me to ask for it in my situation. There is no one to tell you to ask an artist if you are going to die just now.

A meeting with artist happened three days later. During these three days, I returned to the exhibition in a much refreshed and cheerful mood, having received the necessary treatment and a little rest, and I was convinced that the direction of abstractionism in visual art changed my pessimistic view of it in a completely positive way.

The artist with an oblong face and piercing gaze seems to know that the structure of his nose, which is neither edged nor flat, because of his high blood pressure and sudden widening at the bottom, undermines the bravery of his views. was standing. Trying to understand the pictures with the eyes of the mind and heart, instead of just looking at them, I began to realize that his sharp, at the same time, thoughtful views are very careful and delicate, that no element around him escapes his attention, and that there is a certain idea behind the image expression of each element.

I realized that the works created in the style of abstractionism in visual art, like in modernist literature, are in harmony with each other according to the expression of the image, and to interpret them, not with the eyes of an ordinary viewer, but with the sharp eyes of lovers of literature and art who can closely observe these literary and artistic processes, to understand the essence of the lines. During this, my tongue was filled with excitement. Why didn’t I realize this until now?

While talking about the exhibited pictures, it turned out that the artist is from the neighboring village, a hill away from the village where I was born and raised. This lifted the spirits of both of us and added life to our conversation. I was a little embarrassed that I did not recognize such a talent that came out of our district while living with my own sadness.

– It’s okay, even if it’s late, we got to know each other. Besides, I’m not as popular as you think. But it is to be admired that you can take art so delicately. Such lovers are not very many, – he said to save me from embarrassment.

– Familiar sights. When I was a child, I tended calves in the fields. I would definitely have a book in my hand. I collected chuchmomas and tuyatopons. In the spring, I used to play in the fields of red roses, picking roses.

–  Why do you say “I”? Did you tend the calves alone?

– Yes, I tended alone. I read a book. Sometimes I fell in love with nature, sometimes I was interested in the events of the book and my calves fell into the cultivated field. I was not bored at all. May be, I was introvert…

– Creative people have such imagination. If you were serious about it, you could become a good writer or poet. It’s a pity… The sparks of your talent have not been revealed. Russians call it “an undisclosed talent”. But good days will come sometime anyway. You can still try.

– How people understand if I claim to be a writer when I am over forty, having not written until now. Is it easy to take my writings to editors now?… I didn’t even study at university… I’m even grateful that employers hired me with my secondary education.

– A human begins to understand the real essence of life only after forty years. All great talents created their best works when they were over forty.

– If we talk about this for a while, I would go straight home and take a pen and paper in my hand. You’re making me do it. Okay. Everything will be okey. But please tell me the story that inspired you to create “The picture of dawn”. You didn’t draw so many sorrows and joys side by side in vain? Did you?

– I don’t want to talk about it. But let me tell you. This is the saddest, brightest memory from my childhood.

Artist, in a deep reverie, began to talk about those distant memories that ended his childhood and suddenly pushed to adolescence.

Author of the story

Abdurakhmonova Mehri Qudratovna, poetess, writer, winner of the “Shuhrat” medal, head of the Jizzakh regional branch of the Writers’ Union of Uzbekistan.

Translator of the story

Khafiza Mukhtorzoda, a student of JSPU, laureate of the Ilhom Award. The owner of the state scholarship named after Navoi, Uzbekistan.

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