Stephen Reed & Antonina Johns

Страна: Великобритания и Беларусь
Стивен Рид: Преподаватель колледжа в Southend-on-Sea,Essex, очень скромный человек, который больше всего на свете любил своих сыновей Майкла и Эндрю.
Стивен любил историю и посещение исторических мест. Когда Стивен Рид узнал о намерении Антонины Джонс издать книгу картин Великобритании со словами старой английской поэзии- предложил свою помощь и издание книги в соавторстве.
Стивен умер в феврале 2018.
Антонина Джонс: родилась и выросла в Казахстане. Училась в Москве (Россия), получила специальность инженера-электроника, по распределению приехала в Минск в 1988 году,где живет и сейчас. Bсегда любила рисовать, но считала это своим хобби, которое стало cо временем серьезной частью жизни художницы, основной темой которой является историческая Великобритания. В 2018 году выпустила книгу «Великая Британия. Впечатления и интерпретации».  При работе над книгой поняла недостаточность информации о культуре и истории Великобритании у жителей Беларуси, поэтому решила организовывать информационно-выставочные проекты с целью заинтересовать молодых людей, студентов и школьников не только изучать английский язык, но интересоваться историей, культурой и традициями Великобритании.
Country:  UK and Belarus
Stephen Reed: a college teacher at Southend-on-Sea, Essex, met by chance, a humble man who loved his sons Michael and Andrew more than anything else in the world. we were interested in communicating as both were interested in history if there was an opportunity to meet during my trips to the UK-Stephen was always happy to visit historical sites in together .When Stephen found out that I intended to publish a book of my British paintings with the words of old English poetry – he gave me a manuscript of his poems and said he would be glad if any of his poems fit.
Stephen died in February 2018.
Antonina Johns: was born in Kazakhstan. She studied in Moscow (Russia), has a specialty of electronics engineer, she arrived in Minsk in 1988, and now she lives in Belarus.  Since childhood she draw but considered it like a hobby. Now the art became a serious part of her life. The main theme of the artist is UK-historical places.nature and people . In 2018 she published the book “Great Britain. Impressions and Interpretations” (which she presented to -the National LibraryBelarus – the main regional libraries of Belarus -the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Belarus – the National Trust (UK) organization’. In work for publishing book she understood interest of Belarus people about UK , therefore she started exhibitional and educational projects with the aim to make more interest young generation of Belarus, students in the history, culture and traditions of UK .So this exhibition “Great Britain” is fourth in this year She was invited to participate in the first Great British Festival in Minsk, organized by the UK Embassy in Belarus. Her paintings are in private collections in Belarus, Russia and the UK. Antonina is always open for communication and is ready to support projects related to the popularization of English history,education and culture.

Remember me

    Цёмныя вочы

Усьмешка твая, як блакітнае неба ў брыльянтах

Што за таемнасць хавае гэты пакутлівы зрок?

Пранікнуць у тайну тваю я нездольны, няздатны

Быццам ў душы тваёй не ўтаймуецца болю камок.

Аддай мне хоць частку, пазыч мне пакуты балючай,

Ты, скарб мой бясцэнны, адзіная радасць мая

Ніяк не знаходжу чароўнай падтрымкі гаючай,

Засмейся, як сонца, як неба, з табой засмяюся і я.

Засмейся і свет засмучоны з табе засмяецца

І боль твой пякучы зляціць у нбёсы, як дым

Я буду з табой, ад цябе мне нікуды не дзецца,

Дзяліся ж са мной весялосцю сваёй і журбой.

Давай жа ўзляцім удваіх у бязмежнае неба.

Не трэба тужыь, мой каханы, не трэба, не трэба.

Dark Eyes

The grace of your smile a diamond laced sky.

The pain that shows in the dark of your eyes.

Fears that you swallow, hidden from view.

The tears of frustration that wash over you.

I would share your pain if I were able to.

You are a treasure so wonderful, so rare,

You carry your burden as if without a care.

The sunshine and the laughter, the sense

Of fun that shines through, and yet

I would wear your pain if I were able to.

I would help you fly away from here,

And soar on high through intoxicating splendour,

Catching your breath in trails of blue,

And though you would be free,

I would still carry your pain if I were able to.

   Freedom River

So you let me go, but I can’t be free,

There’s a shadow above looking down on me,

A pain in my heart that I just can’t see

The years I’ve lost washing over me.

These chains will last forever if I don’t break free.

Still standing here after all this time,

Hoping and praying that you’ll still be mine,

Think I realise that I’m out of time’

Need to break through the cloud hanging over me,

These chains will last forever if I don’t break free.

I’ll take a trip to the river to set me free,

Wash away my pain and the misery,

Wash you out of my skin and the ties that tether,

Going to cleanse my heart in the freedom river.

There’s a cold wind blowing and a chill inside,

There’s a heart on fire but it’s not mine,

A world of pain that doesn’t ease with time,

I’m still struggling to find the real me,

These chains will last forever if I don’t break free.

I’ll take a trip to the river to set me free,

Wash away my pain and the misery,

Wash you out of my skin and the ties that tether,

Going to cleanse my heart in the freedom river.

If I could forget about you, believe me I would,

Wouldn’t want to linger on someone no good,

I’ve a need to run, a need to feel free,

With the sun on my face to intoxicate me,

Finally broke those chains and set myself free.

I’ll take a trip to the river now that I’m free

I’ve washed away my pain and my misery,

Washed you out of my skin, broke the ties that tether

I’ve been re-born in the freedom river.

The Willow Tree

We sheltered underneath the willow tree

As the rain danced across the sky

Blown by a southerly wind that tormented those dark clouds on high

Our faces were lit with sunshine, that radiated from within

Shining in our brilliance, our love our reason for being

The branches of our willow bowed in sensuous rhythm

Stretching for the river below us to caress the flowing water

It’s fingers creating ripples that rushed along the bank

While ours entwined together, lovers holding hands

We stood together in silence, listening to our tree

As she whispered and sighed in the green grass

A magical voice that embraced us, unheard by all around

Invisible to others on this our precious ground

This landscape of wonder and beauty held in the palm of our hands

Shared by just the two of us in sweet moments of paradise

Our willow tree so beautiful as she danced upon the wind

Holding her lovers in a gentle embrace, sheltered from within

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