The heart of the watermelon by Danka Todorova-translate by Ann Wood

When I was young, in the summer when the watermelons matured and spilled their sweet fragrance everywhere, we sat with our grandfather in the yard. Like an ancient ritual, Grandpa cut the watermelon, then gave me the heart of the watermelon with a piece of white cheese and a slice of bread. It was our lunch in the summer.
"I've also been to America. - began to tell his grandfather once. Like all the families living in the plain, we planted and grown vegetables and fruits and did everything we could do about them, from planting to selling. Once men went on a quest to look for luck in finding work as gardeners in the Czech Republic. Me and me with them. He then went to Spain, where he worked as a croupier in a casino. "Spaniards are the most beautiful women in the world. He sadly added with his deep voice. "Thank God I had a dog named Poker ..." The memory came alive in my grandfather's blue eyes, and two small raindrops flowed down his sides, looking for a path to his heart. His hands asleep lying in his lap. His curly black hair was always wrinkled, like Clark Gable's haircut. My grandfather was a remarkable man and a lover. All this I realized years later when I grew up.
"On the American ship I met a man who needed a driver. So I found myself in America looking for my happiness and earning money. I've worked a lot - in a restaurant, in a shop, in an auto service. Two years have passed. I could not forget your grandmother. I called her seldom. At our last conversation, she said, "You're not coming in a year, I'll marry another."
My grandfather came back. Then my mother appeared.
"When life is spent and you have no one to look for and seek help, all you need to do is just sit back and cry. For your feelings to come loose. Release them to make you feel better.




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Written on 2017-06-08 at 23:22

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes it is real story from my friend childhood.Thank you for the nice comment
2017-06-10


shells
I really enjoyed this, there are some beautiful lines, I particularly liked "and two small raindrops flowed down his sides, looking for a path to his heart. His hands asleep lying in his lap."
2017-06-10


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks Ashe I just translated it it is not my story.
2017-06-10



I enjoyed reading this very much. it reminda me of the stories my own great grandmother used to tell when she left Spain as a young widow with her two children. One of them was my grandmother. I admire the courage of these peopke, and I enjoy your stories.
Ashe
2017-06-10


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You are welcome Jim and thanks too
2017-06-09


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this so much, it is melancholy and true and makes me feel like life can be so rich and so painful and so deep. Thank you for translating this gentle story.
2017-06-09


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you Ken I just translate it for my friend
2017-06-08


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! I like your work very much, Ann.
Ken
2017-06-08