I was pensively penning
the outline of the inkstand's circular, quivering shadow. In a distant room a
clock struck the hour, while I, dreamer that I am, imagined someone was
knocking at the door, softly at first, then louder and louder. He knocked
twelve times and paused expectantly.
"Yes, I'm here,
come in..."
The door knob creaked
timidly, the flame of the runny candle tilted, and he hopped sidewise out of a
rectangle of shadow, hunched, gray, powdered with the pollen of the frosty,
starry night.
I knew his face - oh,
how long I had known it!
His right eye was still
in the shadows, the left peered at me timorously, elongated, smoky-green. The
pupil glowed like a point of rust....That mossy-gray tuft on his temple, the
pale-silver, scarcely noticeable eyebrow, the comical wrinkle near his
whiskerless mouth - how all this teased and vaguely vexed my memory!
I got up. He stepped
forward.
His shabby little coat
seemed to be buttoned wrong - on the female side. In his hand he held a cap -
no, a dark-colored, poorly tied bundle, and there was no sign of any cap....
Yes, of course I knew
him - perhaps had even been fond of him, only I simple could not place the
where and the when of our meetings. And we must have met often, otherwise I
would not have had such a firm recollection of those cranberry lips, those
pointy ears, that amusing Adam's apple....
With a welcoming murmur
I shook his light, cold hand, and touched the back of a shabby arm chair. He
perched like a crow on a tree stump, and began speaking hurriedly.
"It's so scary in
the streets. So I dropped in. Dropped in to visit you. Do you recognize me? You
and I, we used to romp together and halloo at each for days at a time. Back in
the old country. Don't tell me you've forgotten?"
His voice literally
blinded me. I felt dazzled and dizzy - I remembered the happiness, the echoing,
endless, irreplaceable happiness....
This looks interesting. I do like a good Russian tale now and again, even if I don't have much use for Russians right now.
ReplyDeleteJan, the story will take you about fifteen minutes to read. It's very short. Just follow the link. And hearing it read on the other link was a pleasure too.
DeleteDear people who read this blog,
ReplyDeleteThis story by Vladimir Nabokov which our friend Manny has recommended to us is SO worth the few minutes it will take you to read. Please follow the link and enjoy! Those old style Russian authors really know how to convey what they are trying to get across.
Oh thank you Jan. I have to say those old Russian authors are the best.
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