The house was built in the late twenties of the twentieth century for banker Dimitar Ivanov and his wife Nadezhda Stankovic. Inside, the accent falls on the red marble fireplace located in the reception hall. There is a podium for musicians as well as crystal glasses on the interior doors. Several bedrooms, beautiful terraces, a large study room and service rooms. Nothing of the furniture is preserved, but it is known that high-class Sofia citizens at that time preferred furniture from Central and Western Europe.
The exterior is a large front yard facing the street, separated from the sidewalk by a beautiful wrought iron fence. Triple staircase to the entrance of the house, but it is always very impressive that the special portals for carriages and carriages on both sides of the yard. Even today I imagine a cabin with the members of the invited family entering the yard of the house through one portal, the horseshoes and the carriage staying in the space behind the house, specially tailored for that while waiting for the reception to end and go out again from the yard, but through the other portal.
Banker Ivanov’s family lived happily in the house, at least until 1944. After the war the property was nationalized and originally housed the Romanian embassy. Later in the year, the house was a commercial representation of the USSR in Bulgaria, as well as the headquarters of the administration of various communist structures of unclear purpose.
In the 90’s the house was restituted and returned to the heir of the first owner-banker Dimitar Ivanov. Since 2004 the property is the property of the director of Lukoil-Valentin Zlatev, who has not yet shown any relation to this monument of culture. The beautiful house once ruined for decades and is now sadly sad.
An 81-year-old grandpa walks into a guitar store, picks up one of the guitars, and starts playing to everyone’s amazement.
In a quaint guitar store, an elderly man captivates onlookers with a timeless melody. His closed eyes reveal immersion in the tunes of his youth, creating a magical ambiance. Witnessing this living testament to the enduring power of music brings smiles to the audience. The guitar store morphs into a makeshift concert hall, unexpected yet enchanting. The grandpa’s music serves as a bridge between generations, unifying through the universal language of melody. As the final note fades, silent applause fills the room, acknowledging the remarkable performance.
The grandpa, acknowledging the appreciation, gently places the guitar back, leaving behind not only the echoes of his impromptu music but also an enduring memory for all who were fortunate to share in this extraordinary moment in the unassuming guitar store.
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