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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
In the rural Icelandic community it was and still is common for the artist to make his main living, not from his art, but from the soil and the sea. Over time change has been steadily coming to those traditions. Now the pace quickens with the arrival of the internet.
Yet some things are eternal, for still young women seek love and a young man pursues his calling.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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There was a farm in Iceland.
Sheep, sheep, and sheep, a few horses, bare land and long long winters.
Jón Einarsson had inherited from his late father. His mother Mýrun continued to live on the family farm with him.
Jón was a good fiddler and played for weddings, funerals and christenings - in other words a spaeleman.
Yet he was unmarried. He did not feel confident with girls. They thought him indifferent. But there were girls he liked. Astrid Erlendsdottir and Kara Grimsdottir for example; both in his mind were attractive but he made no move. Inevitably at weddings he was playing for the dancing and he watched as Kara Grimsdottir danced with that oaf Arni Helgisson from Skaill. Astrid Erlendsdottir swept by with the over confident Barði Axelsson from Holt.
Mýrun, Jón’s mother had been longing for grandchildren for some time but when her other child, her daughter Kristin, married and had a baby, Mýrun relaxed a little and did not nag him so much.
Yet still her mission was to see Jón wed. For that she felt was the way of things, generation succeeding generation.
Kara Grimsdottir had been feeling the need to marry for some time; she was now twenty five. Somehow it seemed she had been passed by but she always had in her mind Jón Einarsson, even at school. She had admired his fine features, his ice blue eyes and his slender fingers as he played the fiddle. Surely a man who could produce such sweet music would have a sensitive and caring soul?
But after waiting for a while she grew tired and left for Reykjavik – there she took a job in Jakob Freybór’s shop.
Jakob Freybór, now in his fifties, made musical instruments; violins, guitars, and sold music and strings. He had a dark beard and hair and had kind eyes.
As part of her training, Jakob, sat Kara down and said,
“Do you know what we are selling in this shop?”
“Why, fiddles, guitars, strings, and other things,” said Kara.
“No,” said Jakob, “that is a misunderstanding; these are material things. In this shop we are selling magic, musical magic. Each instrument has a soul and that soul when you play the instrument right can connect with your own soul and the soul of others. And the soul has its own journey and finds its own path.
Remember this when you deal with customers, be gentle with them, their souls are yearning for completeness and connection with other souls.”
Having an attractive young woman in the shop bought in male customers ostensibly looking for strings, rosin and sheet music.
And shortly after she started at the shop Jón Einarsson came in.
He was visibly startled to see her behind the counter.
She found herself trembling as he approached.
“I …I ….”
“What is it you need Jón.”
“You left.”
Kara paused looking into his eyes.
“Jón I did not want to leave but nothing was happening; a woman’s life has to move on.”
His hand fingered the counter. Those slim fingers.
“The farm is doing so so,” he offered.
“And your mother?”
