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Item No. M6

"A big copper round tray has been laid on the wooden indoor fireplace, Korsi, and an agate colour bowl that is the glittering bezel of the tray.

Five pomegranates recline on each other's image in the bowl.  Fire is burning in the pomegranates in the bowl and Father is telling the same story he has always been telling. 'I am a nightingale flown astray, lost in the mountains and valleys...'

Mother trims the flowers on her head-to-toe dress, Chador.  Outside, a cool wind covetingly probes into the window.  The crystal layer of ice on the pond applies collyrium to the mermaid's eyes with care and patience.  I never know what happens before a pomegranate in the bowl breaks up.  Now the astray nightingale of Father's story is sitting on the edge of the pond counting every drop of the warm tears of the mermaid.  Mother puts the last stitches in the petals of the flowers on her chador.  She stands up, opens the window.  Shakes her chador in the wind.  The yard becomes filled with nightingales flown astray.  The sit on the flowers of chador with a sticker of its designs appearing on the head of each nightingale.  Father looks into our eyes and says, 'Kids! It's an evening for itself.' And my mother is born."