He quits his job teaching law and moves to Germany to be a painter. One evening as he listens to an opera, the music surrounds him with color-“stomping lines of vermilion and coral caroling triangles in pistachio and garnet thundering arches of aqua and ebony…” Vasya can hear the colors and see the music. He leaves his paint box untouched and lives the way he is expected, but the sounds of the colors are always with him. “What is it supposed to be?” they ask, and send him off to art school to learn how “to draw houses and flowers-just like everyone else.” Vasya finishes school and becomes a lawyer. His mother, father, and Auntie look at the canvas with its swoops, shapes, and angles. Vasya runs downstairs to show his family what he has created. Image copyright Mary Grandpré, text copyright Barb Rosenstock.
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