An old story...

I dreamed of becoming a young actress and I was applying at the Theater Institute - Sofia. I had a girlfriend who lived in the capital and I would treat her. But I had confused the tram and only knew it at the last stop. At the same time, a heavy rain broke and hid under the nearby shelter. I did not pay much attention there to the solitary, elderly man. His grace, however, attracted me. He spoke to me unexpectedly, a little startling, with his beautiful and deep voice. As if I had fallen into another world ... The rural girl lost in the great metropolitan city - was it, accidentally, that fate had thrown me out on the outskirts of the capital, under the crack? Or, to meet me with the great actor, theatrical and operetta, N. V....? How anxious, with humanity he hears, my desire for an artistic career. And faithfully then she gave me the address of her daughter, actress B.V. She could have prepared me for the competition exam and he would help me. I thanked him - no, I do not remember ... And she, indeed, as my father, so talented and human, gave me a few days to prepare - most responsibly and professionally. Only those who are preparing for such exams know how hard the student and the teacher have to put in. But, the actress did not take any reward for my work. Today, who would have done it? ... Alas, I lost the competition ... I probably did not have enough talent, and my training time was not much. But thanks for the fate of my meeting with these wonderful artists father and daughter! For their lessons on humanity and love for art, for me unforgettable ...