ELEGY

Published September 16, 2017 by rochellewisoff

This week Pegman takes us to St. Petersburg, Russia.

There’s an abundance of both street view and photo spheres in this beautiful city. Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you like for your post.

Your job is to write a 150-word (or less) story about this week’s chosen location. Where will you take your readers? You’re invited to join the talented writers of Pegman this week in St. Petersburg, Russia.

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For guidelines and rules for the What Pegman Saw weekly writing prompt, visit the home page.

Thanks to Karen Rawson and J Hardy Carroll for facilitating this interesting and unique challenge.

As you may already know, I’m currently working on getting my fourth book A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY ready for publication. It will be a collection of illustrations and excerpts depicting characters and scenes from my novel trilogy. These excerpts seem to lend themselves to 100-150 word flashes. This week’s location was the perfect opportunity. Thank you for your indulgence and your help. 😉 

St. Petersburg Philharmonic

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 149

ELEGY

                With the unpleasant task of delivering bad news to a dear friend and former patient behind him, Dr. Nikolai Derevenko settled back for the evening. In an attempt to cheer himself, he picked up his flute from the table, brought it to his lips and played a Bach sonata. Usually the music would lift his spirits, but tonight it only intensified his loneliness as he reflected on his life, beginning with the day he informed his father he had chosen to go to medical school.

            Sergei Derevenko, a prominent violinist in the St. Petersburg Philharmonic, eyed Nikolai with a mixture of anger and hurt.

            “You’d rather slice people open and wallow in their blood and bile than delight thousands of patrons with your talent? I don’t understand you, Kolyah.”

            “You never have. Why start now?”

            “But how can you abandon your dreams?”

            “Don’t you mean your dreams, Tatko?”

For your listening pleasure.

 

37 comments on “ELEGY

  • Delightful, my dear. I love that last line and wonder how many children have been intimidated by those very words or have been made stronger. This – slice people open and wallow in their blood and bile – is a particularly vivid line. Cheers! Lish

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  • So Nikolai still smarts from his father’s disapproval, even after years where he’s achieved at least some of his ambitions? What a long shadow Sergei casts.
    Small musical point. It is not an Allemande sonata; it is a movement in the form of an Allemande from a sonata by J S Bach. (Sorry to be picky; music is my hobby and I’m married to a flautist!)

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  • Dang. Knocked it out of the park again, Rochelle. I think that scenario plays out between fathers and sons all the time. Mothers and daughters too. You captured it beautifully. Happy that the Pegman lured you out to play!

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  • Quite a turn-around to the norm in which the parent would prefer the child to put down their guitar, stop practising in the garage with their “band”, study hard and become a doctor 🙂
    Following your own dream rather than your parents’ leads to a happier life in general, I reckon.

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  • I agree with everyone’s comment thus far, and would like to add how seamlessly you transition from normal story time to flashback. It’s so good no emotional intensity is lost, in fact, quite the reverse, the emotional ante is upped. Great work. Can’t wait to see your new book. Good luck.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Makes me want to reread the trilogy…. hmmm. Yes. This winter when I am not working stupid hours…
    I love how this is a classic, though backward case of not being what the parent wants you to be… most would shudder at a child choosing music rather than medicine!

    Lotsa love,

    Dale

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    I can remember, when reading the story, feeling so angry with Sergei at first because I have such difficulty with the concept of parents deciding their offspring’s future for them, and then rejecting them for choosing another course. But of course, being the skilled writer that you are, I ended up feeling quite differently about Sergei in the end (but no spoilers from me, lest someone is reading this comment who hasn’t read your books).

    All best wishes,
    Sarah

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