Well, i finally have finished my second pic. But before watching, i just want to give you a little part of sadness, which was my energy while drawing. I want you to watch this picture with right mood.
Idea, as always, became, when i listened again wonderful music “Samuel_barber_-_ adagio_for_strings”.
I’m asking you to download this song (from here:
http://music.simps.ru/download/45 ), if you able, and read the following text under listening of this music…
And the last request: READ before WATCH! I’ve written a small story for this pic…
I extremely apologize, if you find something incorrect or too pathos in it. I’m not a good writer, you know. And i really not fully satisfied with original (rus.) version of this fic. So i even can’t imagine, how bad i’ve translated it in english…
One awful night Lisa has seen the terrible dream. About a Judgment day.
This day, at last, has come, and crimson heavens have fallen on the earth …
… She became one of those who should judge people for their mortal sins … Then she sees some kind of precipice, a bottomless pit. She falls, but in one moment waves her wings and here, she appears in the street before the house. She sees Homer who is coming back from work for some reason on foot. Lisa looks at him, and the white veil does not descend from her pupils, leaving from them only thin halo framing this emptiness.
She approaches to Homer. He smiling looks at the daughter and as though wishes to ask something her… Or to tell «I love you, my angel»… But he speaks nothing. He does not see neither her wings, nor frightening emptiness in her eyes.
-Daddy?..
At the moment Lisa suddenly starts to speak silent, quiet, but a clear voice:
-Homer Jay Simpson, you had made a mortal sin. But you hadn’t repent, despite of that you had been continuing to sin all remained life… You will pay for it, and your soul will be the price.
-Lisa, sweetheart… What are you talking about?!
Suddenly she waves wings, straightening them in all beauty, lifts hands to heavens. Homer has begun to see all clearly: he falls on knees, looking at the angel with sacred trembling, not in a condition to say anything.
The sword is embodied before Lisa. She suffices it with both hands and sticks the father right in his heart!
-Burn in hell, sinner.
-Lisa … … my sweet child… … …My angel!..
… She wakes up in the bed. Silence reigns in still impenetrable darkness of her room. «My God, what a terrible nightmare! I’ve killed my father… As if I was possessed!» Lisa closed her face with palms, feeling, how tears are gathering on her eyes.
«I should write down all it!». In few minuets gradually having calmed down and having realized, that all behind, she has risen from a bed, still, nothing seeing in outer darkness of moonless night. She for a second has stopped trying to get used to darkness, has wiped eyes. The darkness has gradually started to dissipate. But she still does not see anything, except a fog which all becomes brighter and more densely. «I… I don’t understand!»
Lisa suddenly starts to hear voices… From above. She looks at the sky and sees the golden clouds smoothly rising from a crimson fog… She hears sounds of war. It’s army of winged warriors of heavens battles to hell demons. Poorly distinguishable, shining with divine light, angels are moving incredibly fast, similar to stars, with each new collision blowing up with new waves of intolerably bright light.
In the confusion, blinded Lisa wildly looks around, but she does not find anything, except a foggy silhouette of her house in the distance… And a sword near with her feet… all in blood! The scarlet stream flows somewhere in a fog . There, where the streamlet comes to an end, is the silhouette gradually appears.
«Father?»
Lisa, shocked with own assumption, slowly approaches to a lifeless body.
«Daddy?!»
Lisa has concerned his hand and, having felt an ice cold, in horror has stepped aside from the dead person …
http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/3582/jdayda9.jpg«Dad! Daddy!!! Why? My God, WHY!?!»… She sobs, kneeling from a hopelessness, not understanding anything. Mad, cruel, but such close to her heart world has fallen suddenly! Everything, what she lived with all this time – it’s gone! Everything has gone!
«My God! Where is everybody? My mum, the brother, my little sister?» She cries, she shouts, but does not hear her own. She cries louder if only to hear own voice …
…A wild long shout with echo disturbed all house. Marge and Homer run in a room shined with a soft moonlight. They see Lisa sitting on bed, shivering with all body and silently crying, having closed the face with palms.
-Lisa, sweetie, what’s happened?
Having heard a mum's voice, Lisa has sharply turned back and has ran to parents. Having embraced both, she, stammering and sniffing, has quickly started talking:
-Mum, da- daddy! I so love you! I love you very much! I…
And with new force has begun to sob, resting against a mum's night dress. Homer all tried to calm the daughter: «It was simply a dream, honey! All has passed… We love you too very much».
Poor Marge… Her heart from one view of the tear-stained daughter was compressed. She has told …
-My sunshine, be not afraid, we won’t ever leave you!
…as more as possible calming voice.
-Now let’s go, dear. You will have a sleep in our bedroom today»
Until Lisa has not fallen asleep, she all thought how often people forget about the relatives and do not appreciate that precious time spent near to them. Having looked once again on sleeping parents and having smiled how Homer funny snores, she has definitively calmed down and closed eyes …
… And she saw the wonderful dream about riding a white horse with father on a glade covered with green spring grass, and the bright Sun shines all plain, which as infinite as her happiness.