Evgeniya Sochneva

Author Evgeniya Sochneva was born in Tula (Russian Federation) on 03.11.1984.

She dreams to direct a movie about female dancers, finished music school and is planning to start a education as Drammaturg in the near future.

Even if beeing still at very young age, Ms.Sochneva is already writing since more than 10 Years. First writings were only for personal recording, but it changed more and more into writing for the already gathering fans and readers. Her writing is inspired mostly from people and her sourrounding world.Idols of this young talent are for example writers like Mikhail Bulgakov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Hermann Hesse, Haruki Murakami. 

Vienna Review is proud to present the first publishing of a translated text from russian writer Evgeniya Sochneva :

 I remember:

By author: Evgeniya Sochneva.
Translated by Yulia Kopr from russian into english

I remember, a monument near  library of Lenin, on which  pedestal we slept in the day-time among passerby.

I remember, how you walk a dog, look like the owner.

I remember, night  together, in guests, on a single arm-chair.

I remember, you got drunk and thought that you are a deer in womanish trousers of pyjamas.

I remember, pink lilies in dark blue plastic bottle, smothering us by smell for whole week.

I remember, our videorental and hundreds of the revised cassettes, one of which porno.

I remember, all books  read by us and arguments, your logic  against my irrational thought. I remember, cakes purchased on the last money, I was crying and telling you -"I will die without sweet, please feel sorry me".

I remember, photo-exhibitions and calligraphy in a museum on a weekends and in our birthdays.

I remember, how you carry me in a botanical garden, then we climb through fence without tickets.

I remember, how your mother told, that you  wanted to send me the seed of camomiles, but was afraid they won’t  germinate, and simply cut out flowers from the first  postcard you found.

I remember, ringing in my bag glasses from opera buffet, stolen in intermission, and you memorized bass of singer, singing - "Three maps!".

I remember, a roof, we were kissed passing to each other a lollipop.

I remember, green cider and dark blue gin tonic.

I remember a waltz and tango, danced at the deserted station on the way to Petersburg and our feet were frozen.

I remember, sweet words which i named you.

I remember, our password-“I love you”, when squeeze fingers in a rhythm-1-2-2.

I remember, your gift “Manual  study of Chinese” and you in toilet  reading Confucius.

I remember, as you are ill a quinsy, it seems to me that continuously and as a child you assert-“These pills will stick in my throat”.

I Remember, I am more well-aimed, shooting snowballs and glad that I am better than you  at least in this, my love.

I remember, all  kilos of  rice, prepared, on the Indian method, for  you.

I remember, a subway, you meet me and why you are in womanish leather jacket with a pink umbrella in hands, it was ashamed me to laugh, you told how badly with me and worse double without.

I remember, you accompanied me at night to toilet after a next terrifying movie, I complained  that a frightful heroine would carry away me certainly.

I remember, included a round-the-clock sporting channel, in a week with the incessant whistles of fans a head ached already.

I remember, your extended eyes on a lift on Sparrow Hills, ten meters high and because of fear you seized firmly in me.

I remember, your comfortable beige sweater in spots from a ketchup.

I remember, your white smooth girls skin, oh, if I only could have like this.

I remember, a silver bluebell for a money from the sold gold ear-rings on bead whicky which I braided for you.

I remember, your child's pictures from Ice Palace.

I remember, you pour out champagne in McDonalds in glasses from Coca- Cola under table.

I remember, our dispute that I will have a drink the bottle of vodka and later darkness.

I remember, sex between the carriages of shuttle train and in a subway, i covered a bag as you pet me under a skirt.

I remember me, drawing Japanese landscape from books decorating a room for you.

I remember, playing cards and backgammon on desires, many desires for you and for me.

I remember, how you overslept in Tula for seventeen hours, so you met with my family this way.

I remember, I unstitch a belly of a toy hippopotamus, angered, how could you leave somewhere without me?

I remember, I’m calling you to say “You have the most beautiful eyes in the world”.

I remember, you can’t fall asleep without and me and sleeping hold my hand. I remember, you spoke with, yet ungiving birth, our child.

I remember, all day long in impatience, when you’ll come from work, for me nobody nearer than you.

I remember, as walked up to the window of maternity hospital, simply feeling you alongside, yes, my daughter looks like you.

I remember, our last happy day-fourteenth of february, and you?

I remember....

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