How fireflies met a genius

All over the world, including in one fairy-tale country with picturesque mountains covered with glittering snow, dense forests that can convey thoughts through the rustling of leaves and seas with warm sand, the last spring days are walking, filled with warmth. The long-awaited summer will soon begin… And people — fireflies, conscious souls wake up from sleep. What can happen when they see each other in person? The answer was found. One fine clear day, the twenty-sixth of May. At the first concert, some time after the music festival, there was a smell of flowers and perfumes everywhere, which spread gradually, like the smoke on the stage. Along the edges of the stage and in front of it — a whole crowd of people with open hearts. There were a lot of them. Both young people and those who are already over thirty. And maybe even more… Regardless of age, their looks radiate gratitude and trust. These are those who are ready. Ready to listen and hear… And then — to sing along with passion, examining every corner of the space, created with soul.. They did not come just to superficially perceive everything that was happening. With those to whom they came this will not work. There is room to expand the boundaries of your own perception. The sun has not yet hidden. On the contrary, it generously bestowed its rays on the cheerful capital, with its ups and downs — Kyiv, which breathes and speaks of many things. About the atmosphere of acceptance and unity. The lighting fell on the contented faces of three young people. Two have soft, identical features… All because they are family, twins. In the middle is a pleasant young man of twenty-eight years old in a white suit, with blond hair and cute dimples on his cheeks when he lights up with a smile. This is the leader of the group, Danyil Leshchinsky. He is, so to speak, a firefly that sparkles with carelessness and joy. The second, the same age on his right hand — with lush chestnut curly hair, dressed in black — his twin brother, guitarist Valentin, fifteen minutes older, smiled broadly. You can tell by him that he is firefly number two. Although, by how talkative, humorous and hyperactive he is — you could, not out of malice, but for the sake of comparison, call him “a little devil with an awl in one place.” The third, sitting next to Danyil, a year younger — the most balanced participant, with a mustache and beard, dressed in a pink suit. He looks at the world with his thoughtful and kind look of blue eyes, similar to the northern lights… However, on stage, their main character trait becomes noticeable — composure. The rhythm of the drums plays in the heart. This is the drummer, Fedir. Their quiet anchor. Calmness in moments of scandals and doubts. A reliable shoulder and the best friend whom people can trust. Together, the young people sound like one whole and act harmoniously, like a clock mechanism. They are a band called Ziferblat. Friends-musicians who live their dream and have fulfilled it this year. Until recently, these three were like undiscovered planets in the vastness of space for the whole world… But at the Eurovision Song Contest, they showed themselves to be a source of that very light that is so lacking now. They have been performing for ten years. Just as a group without restrictions in time frames and genres. It is much more interesting to look behind the curtains, or backstage. In the breaks, the peaceful silence that hovers between songs, something else is hidden. The very thing for which everyone wants to put their worries aside. To stop their active flow of thoughts for a while and listen. To absolute bliss — words that sound with a charge of energy. The desire to tell is fully reflected in their looks. The conversation began with a reminder from Valentin. — In short, we are standing on the street, smoking, a car is driving, such as a jeep, tinted windows, Artem Pivovarov is sitting… — Danyil was about to add something else, while his eyes, like amber, shimmered in the sun from the mention of the event, but Valentin continued to explain with a smile. — He is sitting, yes, he is sitting. — No, he is just by the driver’s seat. — with an emphasis on the position of the mentioned, and also so timely added Fedir. — By the driver’s seat, yes, to sit. Shows like a goat, like… — the guitarist’s gesture was with bent fingers, extended upwards with the index and little fingers. — Respect, guys. (in normal language: respect to you, guys) — the look of brown eyes was shining with inspiration. — And at that moment the window just so powerfully rises upwards… — the upward movement of the hand, symbolizing the rise, emphasized all the comedy, and at the same time the seriousness of the situation. — And nothing more. After the last words spoken, everything became noisy. Everyone laughed without any malicious intent. They just had fun with all their hearts. In the fresh air, the thought processes start up faster. For a moment, there was silence. A moment that flashed in the memories of Ziferblat associated with a famous colleague. In recent years, recognition and love of listeners has revolved not only around them, but also one of the brightest performers — Artem Pivovarov. His memorable “Deja Vu” played everywhere… And even now it does not lose its admirers. This artist is also called the genius of our time… After all, no one liked to promote Ukrainian literature so much. He did it for four years and continues to this day. With the utmost sense of tact and devotion to his purpose. He did not just set poetry to music… But created a completely different presentation. Gave a second wind. Felt every note. Had a recognizable timbre of voice… And created unique masterpieces, combining styles. Just like they. Then, in the fall of last year, the frontman of the band Ziferblat accidentally managed to say that he would like, or it would be possible to do a feat with Pivovarov… If everything is possible, then this is a clear sign: another meeting did take place. At that moment, when the first day of summer arrived. This time, Danyil and Valentin Leshchinsky wanted to go to Artem’s studio. To try to do at least something for the sake of finding inspiration and the desired semantic effect. However, Fedir, who came up with the nickname “mother”, for the first time did not agree to come to the meeting. He thought it would be better to warn about it in advance and ask his friends later. About how everything went… And whether something completely different, relevant in the process of short conversations appeared. He treated all ideas with patience and acceptance. All that was left was to wait. Already in the studio, the colleagues on stage finally met and saw each other. The headline of the article in the news of the world of esotericism would definitely be “How the fireflies and the genius met”. Dania, Valya and Artem shook hands, after which they took a photo. The twins were happy to see a master of his craft. It is ironic that according to the rules of the game, where people need to joke, one of them said that it would be worthwhile to forbid Pivovarov from going on tours… As it is said, jokes are jokes, but reality moves forward. Artem looked too serious. In life, he was a simple, cheerful and sincere person. Just like a living power plant: he constantly climbed the balconies at concerts and danced on stage while performing his hits. His short blond hair has gone through many changes, mainly when it was long, shoulder-length. Those heart-shaped glasses on his nose added charm… And behind the glass of those glasses were grey-blue eyes, filled to the brim with cheerfulness. Like a fog together with the sea, in which his peace of mind is definitely now… Interesting thoughts arise about what kind of verse can be revealed both in his performance and in a duet with Ziiferblat. Selecting verses of famous poets is not the same as writing angry comments. A real jewelry job, which the artist coped with brilliantly. As soon as the Leshchinsky brothers took a step back, Pivovarov slowly approached the piano that stood behind them… And turned his head in their direction. Seeing his favorite instrument, Danyil wanted to sit down and play, but immediately felt Valya’s touch on his shoulder. For this reason, the group’s leader stood next to his brother and continued to watch Artem, who turned his head away, opened a notebook and began to write something. The words “I have remembered” were written on his face. And suddenly a smile played on Artem’s lips. Line after line from the verse of a real legend immediately responded… Not only in the mind, but also in the soul. In the awareness of himself in the moment here and now. And then Pivovarov began to write. Slowly, on the impulse of intuition. The sound came from a blue pen “How a happy fate has come… Awakened the spring sleep… My soul, the poplars are silent… Turned green in the snow…” Although spring has already passed, the respect caused by the fact that the Ziferblat group is now leading everyone along the path of advanced, courageous people is still alive inside. Fleeting thoughts are just transferred to paper for now… Will they acquire form, music and an updated version in words? Artem himself does not know yet, but he sits and thinks about this question… And he will touch on this more than once, scrolling through his head after such a spontaneous rendezvous. He moves away and turns around, and then lets you look at the selected lines. Valentin’s gaze immediately turned to these words… And then a signal flashes in his eyes. He was confused. — A special approach is required here. Deep down, he wants these poems, but it seems that others might be suitable. Intended for such unusual creativity as theirs… Daniil noticed a slight confusion and supported. — Yes. Everything will turn out as if it was really fateful to write lyrics and a melody to these verses. A noticeable slight nod of the head from both sides… And then a notification was heard. Another reminder in the calendar, full of scheduled tasks and meetings. It made it clear that time had flown by. They did not even notice. There is one reason: in other vibrations, time speeds up… Just like with the right people. Artem needs to get up from his seat already. It is time to return to himself. — Then what — the idea is already in me. You will find more. Just come if you want. Let’s create magic. — he said, smiling one last time. To create magic is a calling. For him and for Ziferblat… But magic is neither black nor white. Just different, spiritual, which can be heard in a successful sound. Danyil and Valentyn looked at each other in agreement and smiled back, and then nodded. They realized that there was a lot of time to think about it… A new door that leads to the manifested version of what could be a joint hit under favorable circumstances is already wide open… For now — somewhere out there, in the dreams and fantasies of fans. And that magic remains closed… That is for now. Everything fell silent in silence… The words are written on the pages of a notebook. Who knows, maybe the time for their duet will come. And then a new ringing song will rise like dawn in the heavens.