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Why did I remember Mitko Savov today…
Oblivion had long since covered him.
And so many years since then…
You left at twenty-three…
We read “The Three Comrades” together.
Our favorite Remarque… Even in class…
We were called the Three Musketeers:
He – Mitkis!..Totkis – You!.. And Dechkis – Me!
Well, Totkis, all our lives we are with you…
Almost sixty… Without the third comrade…
Without Mitkis…What a fierce drama!
One and only… Genius violinist!
A fifteen year old boy…
Province… And everything in question…
But then Paganini appeared –
Dimitar Savov – a formidable virtuoso.
His violin was crying… Magic!
With double flaglets… Gentle sound!
Vasko Abadjiev had run away.
Dimitar Savov stayed here!
How he swam… Dangerous… Incomprehensible…
And alone… In the summer season…
To the Island opposite… And back…
Fifteen kilometer marathon…
Orphan… In a small house with a yard…
And still busy with inventions…
And he installed his own motorcycle
on his scary old bike…
It was even light… And in front of him
pops up a grandmother with her little grandson
And he turns sharply… And the coffin…
And no, he won’t come back here…
Life… And a short moment… And how much it costs…
They forget you… And were you happy?
Sometimes I suddenly feel ashamed,
that he’s gone and I’m still alive…
And Totkissa! And we remember it! To the end!
He – Mitkisa…Only in us…
I wrote… And I felt relieved… And I know…
We will meet him again… But after that hour…
January 8, 2018
6 o’clock 30 m. in the morning
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