Nocturno Page #2

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until it's late.

You forgot that I don't like that.

My pale, tired cheek. You had doubts,

you thought I won't come.

Come...

We haven't walked for a long time.

Lucio, look how pretty is this flower.

That's my flower.

Don't lose it. Yellow is my color.

Careful, you'll crush it.

You see it's fine.

I stained your shirt.

How? With what?

- I got pricked.

It will be fine. It's just drop of blood.

It got away. Did you saw it?

- Who? - Pheasant.

It's been ten days since they are

roaming here.

So neighbour, when are we going to hunt?

Sorry, I don't have the time.

- I didn't mean right now.

There's more days than pheasants.

Phantasm...

That was just a phantasm...

Mister Lucio is here to see you.

Where is he?

- In the anteroom.

Now when I'm working huh?

- He's waiting.

Show him in.

Come in, don't be scared. Those are

only stuffed birds.

You have no idea how good

they sell in the city.

Well... What brings you here neighbour?

Sit down please, sit down.

- Mister Jagi...

I wanted to ask you something.

Yes?

- But please, think good before you answer.

It's about something that is

very important for me.

Yes, it must be something tricky. I don't

know if I'm the right man for that.

What did you... When we

met in the garden yesterday...

Who did you saw next to me?

- What do you mean how did I saw?

I saw a pheasant, but he got away.

- And no one else?

I mean, with who I was in that moment?

What do you mean with who? With no one.

My God, mister Lucio, what kind of

joke is this?

You know better than me, that

you were alone.

And you're certain that no one was near me?

- Near you?

Mister Lucio, are you asking me seriously,

or you're playing a joke on me?

Sorry...

Thank you. I'm sorry for

disturbing you.

You're going on a trip?

Yes, I am. If you have to know.

I still don't know where.

That's the best thing you can do at

this moment. When are you leaving?

Maybe tomorrow, maybe day after.

Sooner the better.

Tomorrow is Easter.

So what?

If he could only come one more time,

I would now...

Come who?

Nothing, nothing.

Doctor, please tell me.

Can our thoughts and our will be stronger

than the laws of the physical world?

What do you mean?

I mean if our body is just a temporary

wrapper of our being,

if it's truth that our thought and our

soul is omnipotent,

couldn't be truth that with the help

of some great will in us

we preserve from death something that

it's just its physical form?

You're asking me can our will take

our corporeality from death?

Yes, let's put it that way.

You know...

When someone has confronted with death

so many times like me in my practice,

then he barely has the reason to think

about will or immortality of human soul.

Death is very real and prosaic.

I have to go away, I have to go away...

- I'd like to be in touch with you.

Of course doctor, I'll write to you.

Thank you. Tell Janko to prepare carriage.

There's no need. Walking is good

for health.

Well... have a nice trip mister Lucio.

- Good night doctor.

Good night.

Jelena.

Where were you for so long?

- I'm here Lucio, I'm staying.

Put it in, put it out,

put it in, put it out...

I won't be preparing his suitcases anymore.

- I wonder what he's planing with this?

Then he will say that I didn't

put it right again.

Listen, go check if he unlocked

the door already.

He's still not going.

What did I tell you?

He locked himself yesterday.

He just peaked a little this morning to

tell us that we've been preparing in vain.

What is he doing in the salon whole night?

He's probably talking with himself again.

Go check, peak.

He's talking.

- It's not his first time.

Is he playing?

Janko, do you hear? He's playing?

- You imagined it.

Jesus and Mary!

Mister Lucio.

Mister Lucio! Open the door!

What? What is it Janko? What?

Ana, if we heard it right...

Mister is not playing.

Mother of God, Mother of God!

Ana, mister can't play at all.

What is it? Your master hasn't traveled?

He's still here? - He's here.

He has guests. - What guests?

- I hear voices from the house at night.

And some playing too.

- You're just imagining that.

I'm not going near him. You bring

him this.

I brought you some food mister.

You coming when I don't want you with

my thoughts, but my whole being.

When doesn't know not just my thought,

but everything that is alive in me,

that I'm dying because you're not

beside me.

I'm here Lucio.

But you're looking for me in wrong

places, like every impatient child.

Why don't you stay beside me forever?

You're reading Byron.

Oh yes, that story was ghostly,

so what? It was like that, that's all.

You'll say that human soul knows the

bounds of worldly.

Don Juan, I have to write that down.

I didn't wrote anything for a long time.

Where is my album?

In the same place.

Look, I wrote the last things three

months ago. Such a long time ago.

Lucio don't.

Let it go Lucio.

I'll spill the ink.

Don't be impatient.

Just a little more.

It's probably dawn already.

Quiet... Don't mention the time.

What time is it?

- I don't know.

Clock has stopped, and it doesn't work.

- You fraud.

You think I don't hear ticking?

But it wasn't working, I'm sure.

Jelena, am I dreaming all this?

Tell me. You here, and everything

that happened?

Maybe you don't exist at all, and I'm

just imagining all this.

Quiet. Why are you asking all

these questions now?

But how should I interpret that?

- Sleep Lucio.

Close your eyes.

Where is he?

Why didn't you notice me that he

didn't gone away?

Why no one hasn't informed me that you

didn't gone away? - Oh doctor, it's you.

When was that... - That's the point.

I'd come earlier. - Why?

Don't act like a child, you know why.

I'm your doctor. I'm responsible for you.

Really? In front of who?

Seeing you treating your health like that,

I'd say that you don't have any intellect.

Let alone, education.

- Why? What am I doing?

You said you'll take a trip.

- And I didn't.

I'm fine here too.

- Very fine.

I can see and hear that.

- What does that mean?

You need treatment.

Nothing is hurting me.

- Really?

What about talking with yourself?

You lock yourself in room, and you

don't let anyone near you for hours.

You're playing Chopin

in the middle of the night,

you're wondering around the house

like a phantom.

Maybe you'll say that that is normal too.

I'm not talking with myself.

I know you won't believe me.

- Believe what?

Jelena is not dead.

She isn't?

- She's living with my will and hers.

It was arranged.

- You don't say?

I told you that you won't believe me.

You'll forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical

with these claims.

Even if I give you evidence?

- Evidence?

Dear Lucio, evidence about after life...

- Wait.

Look at this.

- I see it.

Notes from your wife, I know the

handwriting. - And the date?

January 26th.

- So four months ago.

Approximately.

- Look at this, this is her last note.

What are you reading?

- Yesterdays date.

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