Phew, I barely made it the man said, removing his cylinder, then wiped his sweaty brow with a heraldic handkerchief. He spread his other hand to the telephone and asked, Whats your number?
Number 10, Valdemar answered gratefully. With a nod, the stranger pressed the 10 button, then the X button, and the dial tone sound was heard in the handset. The box began to move.
It turned out to be a rough day, the stranger shared, starting small talk.
Yes, I saw you were suffocated by something toad-like, his interlocutor agreed, having recalled where he had seen the man earlier.
Its no good, he nodded in agreement. Ive had hard luck recently. Today I thought I was all but bankrupt. I went to the pawnshop before Avikdor Silkworm had time to pupate. I decided to take a loan. But I had nothing to give him as bail. Or rather, I thought that there was nothing until he reminded me that I have a heart of gold
Ah, thats the trouble, Valdemar said with sympathy, though he rather just wanted to be polite. And now your conscience is bothering you, right?
No, my conscience became part of the deal too, the man waved away. But what am I talking about? Its impolite: to make you worry about my problems Do you smoke?
Taking out his lacquered cherry pipe with an amber mouthpiece from the inside pocket, the businessman stared at Valdemar with expectation, believing that he would agree to join him.
No, I dont, unfortunately. I was going to start a long time ago, but I just dont have the willpower, Valdemar complained.
Well In that case you can begin with small portions and increase the number of puffs gradually the man urged. Alright then, we are in quite close quarters anyway. And it is also stuffy here.
Lets just stand here, biting the pipes, having got his own pipe, Valdemar suggested to the interlocutor. Of course, it may seem foolish to bite an unlit pipe, but its no more foolish than exhaled smoke from a lit pipe Valdemar, by the way.
The man removed his kidskin heraldic glove and extended his hand for a shake.
Valdemar, copying the ceremony, said the new acquaintance and shook his outstretched hand.
Just imagine, you and I have the same moustache, cylinders, names, pipes and tailcoats! It turns out that all this time I was talking with my reflection! How strange, dont you think? the first Valdemar exclaimed excitedly.
Ahem Its really strange. And the main thing is that it was totally unexpected! Although, no the main thing is that no one but us saw this: they may otherwise decide that Ive lost my mind because Im talking to myself, thoughtfully stroking his chin, the second Valdemar concluded.
But wait a minute Does this mean that now Ill be one of Avikdor Silkworms debtors too? the first man inquired, somewhat saddened by the disturbing discovery.
Ah, its not a big deal, the second waved a hand. Money can be made. In a pinch, you still have a brilliant mind, golden hands, and much more. But the main thing is that you were able to find yourself, while almost everybody is a long way from managing it nowadays. In general, lately, it seems to me more and more that our whole life is like this cramped, stuffy telephone box, in which not everyone is destined to find himself or, at least, to meet an interesting interlocutor.
Our life is like a phone box, you said? the first Valdemar asked, intrigued and lively. But why?
Why? How the hell do I know why? Do I appear to be some kind of philosopher to you? the second responded with a modicum of irony. In general, I think we have two prospects: we are either alone in the Universe or not. And both options scare me equally.
A tense silence fell. The flock of paper pigeons rustled outside. Perhaps it might be useful to learn the birds language in due time because this long phone-box stay was for the birds anyway.
Tell me, why did you need to leave your heart of gold at a pawn shop as bail? the first one recalled, wanting to get rid of the thought that was tormenting his curiosity as soon as possible.
I needed the funds. Today I went to a friendship fair. I wanted to find one for myself. I had enough money, but I asked for a real friend. The real ones are more expensive. You must give your heart as bail, the second explained. And now I do not have a moment of peace: what if my heart gets broken? Gold, of course, is more durable than ice and more beautiful than granite, but in fact, it is quite a fragile metal
Dazzling blue-white lightning flashed outside, and a rolling rumble of silence replaced the external city noise. Then it began to snow, and the snowflakes resembled the ashes of a fire.
Its beautiful. So there is some greater meaning in all this. Probably. Or maybe not, the first man said, lighting the empty pipe. He wasnt looking at the landscape behind the glass, but at the glass itself. I heard that mourning began today for a non-existent monarch. How sad it is. Some persons do not exist at all, and never have, but they are loved, respected, honoured. And even without existence they are beneficial or, at least, have an impact on the mind, motivating and encouraging action, or, conversely, preventing it. And someone exists, but is not needed, acts, but has no influence.
There, there, the second one tried to cheer him up. When neither fork in the road lead to where you should go you dont then have to follow them. I sing as part of the corps de choir because I cant sing as part of the corps de ballet.
In any case, for me, the world is more associated not with the telephone box, but with the Tower of Hanoi, in which the disks of images and ideas are shifted from one emerald spire to another, still not reaching the stage of a single complete fixed form, all the time in the phases of certain intermediate permutations and rethinking However, do not ask me why, because I dont know. Because I am not a philosopher either, the first man shared, shortly before the telephone bell was insistently ringing in the box.
It seems that weve arrived at our destination, commented the second, picking up the phone and putting one of its ends to his ear, leaving the other for the first one.
Taming the Piano
There is another world, but it is in this one.
Paul ÉluardEver since he could remember, good luck always favoured him. The coin thrown to settle a dispute could fall invariably even on the edge, and he always rolled only sixes on dice. Fair players had constantly lost to his cards, and cheaters and scammers were immediately shown up. He could find jewels just strolling down the streets of the evening city. And numerous distant relatives and friends of relatives, whom he had either never known or had forgotten since childhood, left him a generous inheritance again and again.
But this didnt bring him joy and happiness, rather the opposite. He had long been refused entry to the gambling houses. Among fair players, he had long ago acquired the reputation of a notorious sharper and a scoundrel; however, no one was able to catch him in the act. Real sharpers who had a grudge against him, repeatedly tried to settle the score, and it was only because of the same notorious luck that their plans never came to anything. All the jewels he found turned out to be stolen. And the relatives of untimely passing people suspected that he was a sorcerer, if not a swindler, since their loved ones, for no apparent reason, signed the real and personal property over to him in the presence of more worthy candidates.