My Varari

Tale-essence “My Varari”

School. The 5th grade. 

Into the classroom walks as if flies the teacher of sexuality of a human being from the planet Earth - Julia Volodymyrivna by name, Ukrainian beauty by nationality. Her breasts cup D, her hair flies into all of the directions possible on the planet, her words are lost on paths unknown, her gaze is wandering around in the depths of own subconscious.

At the very last desk, hidden from everyone, sits a girl: tall, thin, her legs longest among the longest, huge eyes - hugest among the hugest, her ears even bigger. The most incurable romantic on the planet Earth. In her fantasies live blind phoenixes, singing meteors, ocean-born three-headed dragons passionately in love with female devils from the Kingdom of the Red Diamond, and many other mysterious creatures. At the same time, the girl is daydreaming about a tall Japanese boy with an extremely deep voice.

“Julia Volodymyrivna is an excellent teacher because she taught me that you can seduce anyone just with your bra”, confidently states Wabi, the best student in the class and also Julia’s favorite student.

“Julia Volodymyrivna is a perfect teacher because she sometimes skips the classes, and I can do whatever I want”, joyfully announces Sabi.

“Julia Volodymyrivna is a magnificent teacher because she taught me to iron my pants with a glass kettle right after it boils”, comes a tweet from Hinoki.

“Varari! How is that even possible? The lowest grades in the class! How is that even possible?! I understand that you are an orphan, from the planet of Elves, but we are on the planet Earth! You need to say that I am an excellent teacher!”

“Julia Volodymyrivna, I cannot say that you are an excellent teacher, but I can make you feel very good”, soft and gentle voice of Varari nearly reaches the ear. 

Silence. A second flies by.

Varari walks out into the middle of the class and reads her fairy-tales. Everyone falls into deep trance.

With a smile, broadest among the broadest, I am flying out of the classroom. “Till I never see you again.”, my lungs thunder to the teacher of sexuality of a human being from the planet Earth.

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Sunrays everywhere.

Into the classroom walks the school principal Serhiy Yuliyevych. He carries a distinct air of grandeur as he steps: a tall slim man with dark brown hair and kind brown eyes. He bears a resemblance to a mage but is not one, looks like an athlete, but is not an athlete, speaks like a diplomat but is not one, walks like a dancer but is not a dancer. Such mysterious and well-dreamt of by many colleagues of his - Sergiy Yuliyevych.

In the classroom itself reigns the spatial chaos and sonic disarray. Someone is practising tango, someone is doing yoga, someone is fixing an airplane’s wing, and someone is practising their own cover song on a BTS’s new release. Finally, Julia Volodymyrivna emerges from her deep sleep. “Oh my, she flew away again! And such thing happens in my every class!”, cries out Julia Volodymyrivna, clasping her hands. Immersed in the unknown, tinted with sadness, Julia Volodymyrivna’s gaze flies somewhere far and stubbornly escapes the presence of Serhiy Yuliyevych. Serhiy Yuliyevych keeps his wise silence and with a deep thought on his forehead watches the class. And so pass a few minutes.

Finally, Julia Volodymyrivna notices the school principal. “Serhiy Yuliyevych! You are here! That’s just such a magic! Every time when Varari reads her tales, you miraculously emerge from nowhere!”, laughingly says Julia Volodymyrivna as if she were trying to solve a riddle of ancient runes which she had just found, but runes are being stubborn in their silence, and all that’s left is to enjoy this perplexity. 

“Julia Volodymyrivna, you look stunning as always, and your class is so active: everyone is practising their own talent”, says principal-the-mage. Julia finally pays attention to the class. Right, her class. How could she have possibly forgotten about the class, floats a thought in Julia’s soul. 

Silence. A fraction of a second flies by.

“I must find her, Serhiy Yuliyevych”, says with passion in her voice Julia and hurriedly flies out of the classroom. Serhiy Yuliyevych sends a smile to his lips as he watches her leaving the classroom. “This Julia Volodymyrivna! Every time as a small child: so unpredictable and so predictable, both at the same time”, his deep thoughts hovering on his forehead.

“Varari, you are here! Painting! That’s so good that you are painting! I wouldn’t have enough energy to climb the mountains like last time! Not today”, heaves a deep sigh Julia Volodymyrivna after she had just done a good marathon run throughout the school. Varari, with a broad smile - broadest among the broadest - gazes at Julia Volodymyrivna and says: “Did you like my fairy tale?” “Yes, veeeery”, says Julia Volodymyrivna, enjoying this tasteful “very”, “but at the most electrifying moment there appeared Serhiy Yuliyevych, and I was forced to wake up”, says Julia Volodymyrivna, her voice sounding secretly, as if she were sharing the secret which only she and Varari knew. Varari bursts out into boisterous and infectious laughter. Together with her, laugh the mountains on her painting, laughs everyone else in the art classroom. Julia Volodymyrivna, not without a hint of perplexion on her beautiful face, casts a long glance at Varari’s mountains, at Varari so happily living in this moment, checks the collar of her dress and tries to imagine how sexuality is taught on the planet of elves.

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“Through souls - that’s how elves give birth to a new life”, energetically speaks as if tweets Varari. “When an elf meets a soulmate - and we understand right away who is our soulmate - a part of our soul leaves the body. A he-elf and a she-elf intertwine these parts of their souls, and so a new elvish soul is born. This pure newly-born soul traverses the spaces and the times of the Universe of Elves in search of its body, and when the soul finally finds its body - and this can even be a body of an ancient sage - this soul enters it. The body wakes up from its eternal sleep and starts its elvish life”, Varari continues her presentation. Everyone in the classroom is attentive and focused - not every day will you meet an elf on the planet Earth, and, here and now, you’ve got this magic happening right before you! - an elf studies in your class! - the students’ faces speak for themselves, no words needed. Varari ended her presentation with a slight blush on her slim elfin cheeks. Everyone applauds loudly and vigorously. Julia Volodymyrivna’ applause is the loudest.

“Varari, very interesting, very! And the video itself is so cool! Fascinating!”, vibrantly exclaims Julia Volodymyrivna.

“It would be so exciting to visit the Universe of Elves”, says Kouhei, admiration living in every note of his voice.

“Your soul will get lost there, Kouhei”, blaringly laughs out so human Amato. “We are humans, and Varari is obviously an elf! Is it even possible for our souls and their souls to see each other on the planet of elves?” Varari looks sadly out of the window and keeps her gaze there in a distance, while speaking. “Possible. We can see each other’s souls, but we cannot intertwine with human souls when we meet. Our soul sensorics is very different from that of the human soul”, Varari says wisely. 

Deep silence falls over the whole classroom. 

“Varari, I can’t help being impressed by you. It is so interesting with you. I so love you for this. I would learn more and more about you for the eternity and onwards”, Julia’s voice sounds quietly and softly. Shyly Varari takes her seat at the desk. The class are energetically whispering their discussions in small groups. 

A few minutes go by before Julia Volodymyrivna speaks up.

“Kouhei, I’ve just been thinking, what if you happened to be an elf in your previous life?”, Julia Volodymyrivna asks in a soft and thoughtful voice. Some students burst out laughing. Some others send their mindful glances to Julia Volodymyrivna, then keep them lingering at Kouhei’s face for a few minutes, then have them travel back to Julia Volodymyrivna again.

“Julia Volodymyrivna, that is something!”, ringingly exclaims Wabi, the best student in the class. “Kouhei loves soccer, is the fastest runner among us - human kids in the class - and he is always sleeping in the culture studies classes of other planets.”

Blushingly Kouhei raises from his seat: “I do not really know, but I think that our planets and souls can be friends.” The class understandingly nod in mutual agreement. 

Out of the sudden, with sheer interest on her face, Wabi utters: “Julia Volodymyrivna, sexuality and friendship, how far are they from each other?”

Julia Volodymyrivna looks at her nails, taps her fingertips against each other, and guards her silence as those ancient runes do. Silence once again embraces the whole class. Varari has disappeared. Again.

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Warm late afternoon.

Varari was sitting in Serhiy Yuliyevych’s office and was painting dark red dolphins, the colour of begonia. “Oh you are in my office, and waiting for me, Varari. I’m sorry, Julia Volodymyrivna fell asleep again during your class. I had to interfere. She’s been looking for you”, explains Serhiy Yuliyevych.

Varari carefully walks out of her thoughts and moves her glance at Serhiy Yuliyevych. It’s very safe and peaceful with him, a warm thought passes by.

“Varari, you wanted to talk about something?”, asks Serhiy Yuliyevych. Mindful Varari nods a slight “no” and comes back to her world of dark red dolphins and ancient primeval oceans. The dolphins joyously splash their bodies against the water, plunge deep into the depths of the ocean, and then emerge energetically above its shimmering in the late afternoon sun surface. They sing an enchanting song which only they and Varari understand. Serhiy Yuliyevych comes up to his massive whole-wall bookshelves made of mahogany tree, takes a book on culture studies of other planets, settles comfortably into an arm-chair, and immerses himself in reading. Warm sunrays of the late afternoon August sun become even warmer in Serhiy Yuliyevych’s office, as if embracing life from this intricate twine of times, customs, stories, legends, spells, myths, theories, historic events which live on the mage’s bookshelves.

His office is that of an ancient mage where you could find any book to your taste, paints and the supplies for painting, various antique artifacts from the prehistoric times. Where he gets them from leaves no mystery to Varari. She seems to know. His office feels serene and harmonious, only the clock unhurriedly marking this solace on the wall of time. Some time passes before Varari finishes her dolphins, then takes a piece of cloth and caligraphically waving her hand on it, draws: “I think, the dreams that you are seeing - I will write a magic tale about them one day.”

Serhiy Yuliyevych nods and says softly: “And this will be one of your most powerful tales”, his gaze bathing in entrancement when he looks at Varari’s dark-red dolphins.

Varari lifts from her chair, takes her easel, nods good-bye to Serhiy Yuliyevych and heads towards the door. There, in the door pathway, uttering no sound, already awaits her Julia Volodymyrivna.

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“You know, Varari, I’ve been thinking, Kouhei may have visited your planet”, as if still cradled in her own dreams-visions says Julia Volodymyrivna. With her eyes wide open, Varari gazes at now so serious-looking Julia Volodymyrivna. “Would you mind asking him about this? I myself cannot do this because all my sessions with the students have already ended, except for yours, of course. Yours will probably last a lifetime”, reflectively says Julia Volodymyrivna. 

“Julia Volodymyrivna, I cannot ask Kouhei about this because I dream of another boy”, softly refuses Varari. Julia Volodymyrivna stops for a second, raises the index finger of her left hand to her chin, rubs the chin for a few seconds, and then still in her thoughts, looking at a far-off point somewhere behind the other side of the window pane says: “In your fairy-tales, I’m always looking for you. When I listen to your magic fairy-tale, I dive into the events of the dream, but I am always looking for you there. I dream of finding you there … “ Julia Volodymyrivna pauses for a minute, turns her head to Varari and looks her straight into the eyes. “And there are as many as 30 students in my class, about whom I think as well, in different ways, of course.” 

Varari throws a stare of deep interest at Julia Volodymyrivna. “I will think about your request, Julia Volodymyrivna. And now I need to be off to my class of spells and magic on your planet”, responds she. Varari nods Julia Volodymyrivna a smiling good-bye and runs off to her class of spells and magic on planet Earth. Julia Volodymyrivna sends a enchanted look at this tallest girl with the elvish ears and the longest legs, and remembers herself in Varari’s age.

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School. The 5th grade.

There’s an important meeting with the big bosses scheduled for Julia Volodymyrivna today. Wabi crowns the teacher’s desk. She’s in charge of harmony and quietness today. With some concern in her whole expression, Varari throws worried glances at the door where Julia Volodymyrivna is expected to appear at this or the other second.

Julia Volodymyrivna was getting ready for her meeting with the big bosses. She eye-lined her eyes dark blue, shadowed her eyelids dark grey, fluffed up her already fluffy hair. Today is the day - the day when she reports to big bosses about her work with one of her most difficult and special students - with Varari. Julia Volodymyrivna feels some unquietness, even restlessness, inside her heart … She left the keys to her apartment and the mobile phone on the neighbouring island, she skipped the session with Varari, somewhere in the depth of the forest she lost her motorbike. A whole diversity of thoughts of the most different colours flows now inside Julia’s mind.

In the office lightly marked by the tonality of freshly brewed black coffee sat Serhiy Yuliyevych, important people of high ranks and Julia Volodymyrivna.

“So okay, sleeping in the lessons when her student reads out her fairy-tales, skipping the sessions because she forgot her apartment keys on the neighbouring island, wandering deep in the very depth of her subconscious … . Well, Serhiy Yuliyevych, this is a serious matter”, flies out of the mouth of the very serious face of an important persona.

“All her students are very active in class. They all know their talents and develop them. Their creative powers flourish and bloom. It is important to take this into account while analysing the results of Julia Volodymyrivna’s work, I think”, comes a quiet reply from Serhiy Yuliyevych.

Silence. A few seconds fly by.

Julia Volodymyrivna, a bit bemused, keeps quiet, looks at her nails and throws interesting glances at important men. Important men throw brief glimpses at Julia herself, then at her nails, then at her again.

“Julia Volodymyrivna, what can you say in your defence?” - loudly utters another persona grata, actively fidgeting with his pencil.

“Hmmm, defence? I thought important men had come to talk over the results of my work with Varari”, sonorously twitters Julia Volodymyrivna.

Somewhere at the end of the meeting table, farthest from Julia, rings someone’s laughter. An elderly man, his hair almost white, with a very alive look in his eyes, smiles a smile - broadest among the broadest - intently looks at Julia Volodymyrivna and remains silent. “Freud himself”, a distinct thought flies through Julia’s mind.

Suddenly the meeting room’s door dashes open, and into the meeting room flies Varari. Her hair flies in all the directions of the world. Her eyes are immersed deep into own subconscious. Her young breasts look confidently at important men. I’ve seen this before, a thought flashes through my mind.

“Good morning, important men. I am here to read my fairy-tale to you”, says Varari.

A second flies by.

Varari starts reading her fairy-tale. “Light. There’s a whole plentiful of bright light on my planet. Eye cannot measure how far it reaches. Light seeps through the pages of a favourite book, lives in pregnant mountain waters, plays all the colourful hues of Japanese anime … “ The voice grows quieter, sounds - more tender, images melt all around in fireworks of rainbow, the form loses itself. Everyone falls into deep trance. Everyone, except Julia Volodymyrivna. Julia shuffles her necklace in a concentrated thoughtful manner, with her eyes wide open, she looks at Varari. “My Lord, what a beauty she is!” - her thought thinks itself loudly.

Freud bursts out in a deep quiet laughter which only Serhiy Yuliyevych can hear. In his dream.

Happily, I fly out of the big bosses’ meeting room. “I will see you again”, joyously sing my lungs both to Julia Volodymyrivna and to beautiful Varari.

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