The Tears of lovely Memories

Jakub , CZ

I was sitting by her bed on wooden chair in the Saint Anne’s hospital for older people. On the walls were hanged paintings with vibrantly flowering roses. They were really restful.

I held and caressed her old however beautiful and smooth hand. She got the last injection of our hope. It was new experimental cure against my love’s rare sickness of CNS.

The head nurse came with fresh news about her health. I did not want to listen how great it would be if the cure had worked. The nurse understood that my concentration was given only to my wife and anything around us did not matter.

,, Your wife will be okay, Mr Evol. Our specialists will do everything what is in their skills.” The nurse said.

I said nothing. Of course it has been my biggest wish to cure her illness and to saw her wonderful maroon eyes again.

The head nurse almost left a room with a misgivings in her younger face and although I knew that my words could flow through the space without any understanding or reaction. I said only one sentence:,, She is so beautiful don´t you think? ”

The surprised nurse had come back to the room and took a seat nearby me. So I carried on.

,, For forty years I loved her so much and in this moment this cruel sickness is preparing for the last deadly jump against my darling. It’s not fair!”

The nurse asked: ,, What is her name? ”

,, Anna, my sweet Anna Yǒngyuǎn. Anna lies in the Saint Anna’s hospital. It was her idea. She was so cheerful and funny when we met for the first time.” I replied with tiny tear in the edge of my eye.

I looked on Anna’s nice body which was surrounded by the huge army of fragrant bouquets and from the best friends. I gave her the only thing which I knew that she has utterly loved. It was the nosegay of dried Bluebells, Jasmines and Plum blossoms. Her skin was wrinkled but every wrinkle was a memory for a stunning story.

After a while of silence my listener asked me: ,, How did you meet her? It will be my pleasure to hear your definitely adventurous story.”

I could not help but smile when I imagined all those foolish moments we spent together. And everything started in the first new train from Brussels to Beijing.

,, Dear lady, listen please maybe Anna will listen too. All my thanks belong to China.” I saw how our whole happy life reflecting in my tears which dropped on my hand.

“I remember the morning of fresh new day when I was 25. You know I was clever and little bit of handsome. Two years ago from that time I had heard that EU and China as partners should build a railway from Brussel across the whole Eurasia to the capital city Beijing. I am a big fan of Asian culture so I instantly bought a ticket from my saving for emergencies. It was a huge chance for me.

In the moment when I boarded I turned around and breathed the last European air. My coupe was totally empty except me. I passed Vienna and in the middle of course to Another City some Asian girl ran into my coupe. I have been so surprised that I could not do anything more than just sit and look at this very nice young lady. Then came the moment when she has already realized that I am in the room too. She was so cute and funny in the moment when she has started smiling and apologizing for her mistake. I said that everything is okay. She has asked me if she could stay here because every other coupe was filled up. Of course I agreed. She had a long dark hair and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. She wore a Buddhist bracelet on her wrist and dress with lots of plum blossoms. Something started changing. My heart was beating quickly and my hands shivered. The girl smiled and we began to talk. She was really happy with me because she was trying to impress me. How I found out ten years after. It is unbelievable how fast the time went when I had a fabulous person to spend it with.

We have arrived to Beijing and she invited me to her flat. Her flat was fully equipped by Buddhist and ethno things. The walls had a Zen green colour and wood furniture had the same colour as her marvelous eyes. In the vase was immersed Chrysantheme. It’s a Chinese traditional flower of prosperity and fortune. I asked for her name. She revealed her lovely name with kind voice. Anna Yǒngyuǎn it was. Parents of her brought little Anna to Europe and that is how she got this name. She wondered what my name was too. Then she took me for a walk to Chaoyang Great Park. We had seen so many people practicing Kung-fu or Tchaj-ti quan there. I had smelled calming odour of incense sticks when we walked along the river where few people meditated on the beach. Then I asked Anna for a tea under the great old Flowering plum. I was scared that i could tell her something embarrassing. But all my fears were chased away at the moment. Yes, the blessed point under the old pagoda when she has kissed me for the first time. I fell in love with the impossible and unknown girl. Five years later I married her.”

,, Story like every other, nothing special. I have to go. Have lovely dreams my sweetie.” I ended my speech with these words and before I went out I laid the nosegay to Anna’s hands and said goodbye to the head nurse.

Soon after that Anna tiredly half-opened her eyes and send me a tiny smile.

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