We meet. Poet of Azerbaijan . Elmira Almasova. Встречаем писателя Elmira Almasova из Азербайджана

Elmira Almasova, Azerbaijan Member of the Union of Journalists of the Republic of Azerbaijan. Diploma in the Baku-2009 competition for the 210th anniversary of A.S. Pushkin; Long list in the competition "Azerbaijan in a Changing World" 2012; participant: IV Eurasian LiFFt 2019; Flashmob “We are people of the same Planet” - 3rd place; 1,2 rounds of the Video Marathon - Proza LiFFt 2020 - 2nd place; Short and Long lists of the V All-Russian LiFFt 2020 Contest; Poetry - YouTube video clip dedicated to the 75th anniversary of the Great Victory; Poetry in the First All-Russian literary journal LiFFt Moscow # 1-2 (9) 2021; Journalism - 1st; All-Russian literary magazine LiFFt №1-2020 and November 2020 Tyumen; journalism in the Almanac "Slavyanskaya Lira" of the International Association of Writers of Bulgaria, Russia, Serbia "Sodruzhestvo" No. 12 - 2020 Elmira Almasova, Азербайджан Член Союза журналистов Азербайджанской Республики. Диплом в конкурсе Баку-2009 к 210-й годовщине А.С.Пушкина; Лонг лист в конкурсе «Азербайджан в меняющемся мире» 2012; участник: IV Евразийского ЛиФФт 2019; Флешмоб «Мы люди одной Планеты»- 3е место; 1,2 туры Марафона видео –Проза ЛиФФт 2020 2е место; Шорт и Лонг листы V Всероссийского конкурса ЛиФФт 2020; Поэзия –YouTube видио-ролик, посвященное 75-летию Великой Победы; Поэзия в Первом Всероссийском литературном журнале ЛиФФт Москва№1-2(9)2021; Публицистика - 1-ый; Всероссийский литературный журнал ЛиФФт №1 2020 и Ноябре 2020 Тюмень; публицистика в Альманахе «Славянская Лира» Международной Ассоциации литераторов Болгарии, России, Сербии «Содружество» №12 - 2020 Thank you for being alive! There is a distinct phone call. Oh, they are calling from Detroit. Nargiz khanum, salam, I congratulate you on Novruz bayram Thank you, sweetie, for remembering this spring holiday, dear to our people’s heart, - I hasten to answer. I remember and tried to bake the eastern sweets that we had at your house,” she is listing excitingly. Didn’t you forget to sprout wheat-seeds? No, yoh, long before the onset of Novruz, I open the notes like a "musical notebook" and prepare for "chyarshyanbya akhshamy" (Tuesday) – the conversation is interspersed with English- Azerbaijanian words. There is a plenty of everything here, but we miss the aroma of the pastries which were baked there – at home,- she was complaining sadly. Do you mean that having lived so many years overseas, you are still feeling a nostalgia for the "scent"? Yes, byali, yeah, this is an indescribable feeling, which is impossible to express with words. Erase the aroma of food from your memory. You have a property and a well-paid job, - I was speaking quickly trying to cheer her up but, alas, she was sobbing sadly. I live in an industrial city, so when it gets difficult to breathe I hurry to Baku - the capital city which has a completely different atmosphere and where I was born. I walk through the old, curved and shaded streets like a wanderer. Today they are disappearing, they are being destroyed and driven out by real estate trends. I am getting out to Icheri-Sheher (Old City). It has its own energy, aura that is inherent only in this area of the city. I walk around, admiring the beauty of the "Giz Galasy" (Maiden Tower) which is full of legends. I listen to the melody that accompanies me, as if it is being performed by the composer Afrasiyab Badalbeyli himself who created the same called ballet. I tremblingly climb up the steps of the Tower, mentally feeling the presence of the great ballerina of my people Gamer Almas-Zade as if she is walking with me. The legend of "Giz Galasy" got inside my mind. The incredible wave of memory washes over me. And now I am standing at the monument of the “Liberated Woman” who is throwing off her veil. A, miracle made by the sculptor Fuad Abdurakhmanov. A person breathes easily only where he was born, grew up, fell in love. These complex fateful feelings connect me with Baku. One great and capacious word "Bakivians”- only seven sounds - one octave - a whole symphony of immense feelings. Calling: Speaking - on the other end of the line, there is a muffled voice. Thank you. It's so nice that you are being alive in this city and I have the opportunity to call you.