The Asthenic Syndrome Page #4

They sat on the two

sides of a long table,

Eyes fixed on

the television's glittering.

She munched on nothing,

moving her jaw right to left

not knowing how she's sickening,

Like he who can't keep

his saliva in his mouth

Or who scratch off the dirt

between his feet's toes.

He didn't shave beard,

and it was as soft as jelly.

Mother and father.

You could touch their old age!

It has its smell, you felt it.

It was the most tangible

thing in that room.

I hated old age.

In them I saw just this.

I hated them for being my parents

And I hated myself for that hate.

I was sick to see that my

habits are my father's ones

And I hated him for it, because

I would have aged just like him,

Because of the shame

for these thoughts.

And it was infinitely multiplying itself,

like a reflection between two mirrors.

A neverending tunnel of hate.

Wall made of hate

and pavement made of hate.

Hate mixed with disgust, shame,

Weakness.

One way out led to cruelty,

the other to reserve,

that is lower your eyes

because you can't mask

their instinctive look.

It is the silence

similar to severed fingers

of the man clutching to the boat

trying not to drown..."

Do you like it?

-Yes.

Is it a novel?

-Or a short story.

Anyway, you have to hurry

if you want to make some money.

Like your friend Serjozha. He's

already member of Writers Guild.

I don't understand,

can you explain?

Your parents are good people,

Where this millioner's

craze came from?

And about your novel,

you still have to write it.

Writers lead a humble life,

they're not so rich.

To be rich you have to save.

Don't drink coffee 180 times

a days in such big cups.

I'll fry the meatballs,

take the pan.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Can I have some caviar?

-If you want to.

Open the third can.

Kolja, my love, you

finished all my mother's supply!

There's a lot of vitamins in caviar,

doctor says I need them.

What's up?

What's more important to you,

caviar or my health?

You still have not finished

the second can.

Open it, please.

Mom, we are hungry as wolves!

Kolja, did you eat all caviar?

Sorry, we have

reduced your supply.

She said I can eat.

-I thought you would eat just a little!

Anyway its "best before"

was two months ago.

I just want to be sure you

won't have to beg when I'm dead.

Let me die in peace!

Don't say so.

Don't worry,

When you're dead,

you won't care if we beg.

We will die too,

it's not your privilege.

It's trivial, but

it's not clear to me.

I should study, learn wisdom

Then just to accumulate

honours and wealth?

So I would be better off going

to sleep now, never to awake again.

Not even your daughter understands you.

-What's so difficult to understand in me?

Your incommunicability.

There's a joke about it.

Incommunicability,

communicability in common,

Not a common ability...

I have insomnia.

-Really?

What a symmetry!

When you'll die, we'll be alive.

-I know.

Where's the box that was up there?

It's on its place, can't you see?

Are you blind?

I thought you asked days off

so you could write.

Why you're doing nothing?

Thanks your mother!

I can't work like that.

When talent is missing,

one worries about conditions.

Some people worked

in worse conditions!

My love, everything's

going to be alright.

We'll never quarrel again,

won't we?

I'm not asking too much, I think,

just some tenderness.

Call me Anechka.

Come on, call me Anechka!

Anechka.

Don't get angry with my mother,

she's such a good woman.

I'll do anything for you,

I'll cook and I'll iron your shirts,

while you'll be writing a long novel,

or a shorter one...

A poem,

a short story...

or something else.

Damned stinking cats!

At their leisure,

and they're not even ashamed of it!

I really don't know what

to do with these cats!

Stupid stinking cats!

Easy life, and they're

not even ashamed of it!

Stupid cats!

Are you at home?

Why so early?

If I had come later, you

would have said "Why so late?"

That you're smart,

I already knew that.

What did you say?

I know you're quite bright!

Are you hungry?

-No.

I'm going to warm up

something for you.

I don't feel like it!

I can't remember...

Where have I put down the bags?

Come on, dinner is ready.

Egoist!

Have something to eat.

-I don't feel like it.

Come on.

-I don't feel like it.

So who have I cooked for?

-I'm not hungry.

Why do you make a fool of me?

I don't feel like it.

Mom, who's Shakespeare?

-What?

Who's Shakespeare?

What does it matter?

We're not at school.

Once upon a time there was a woman

and all she needed in her life

was piece of bread.

She lived her life and then...

quick into the grave!

Hit me on my shoulders!

Do you love me?

-Yes, and so?

I'm happy.

Don't look at me!

-Why, do you feel like crying?

Go to hell!

-OK, I'm going.

Where are you going?

-To hell.

I was only joke.

-Me too, I'll take a stroll.

Don't get into fights

with anyone. -I won't.

I almost forgot,

I bought your mouthpiece.

Put this hat on.

-Pass it to me.

Look. How do I look?

Relax, take it easy.

Keep your head this way.

I can't see myself.

Relax and look at the mirror.

-This way?

All that matters is

if I can see you.

Don't look at me, look at her.

Here, perfect!

Masha!

What are you doing here?

Where's my sister?

Wonderful,

just wonderful.

Don't move the curtain!

-Who is it?

We're playing here,

close the curtain!

Show us your ID.

Will you play, little brother?

Pasha, tell him

the rules of the game.

We're creating a sculpture of love.

They are the raw materials.

You can use whatever materials,

and do whatever you like.

This material is already taken.

They're free,

you can use them as models.

Will we finish the scene today?

You're a bore!

Is it a fault of that witch of yours?

What did you think?

To marry the first one yo meet?

Can I give you an advice?

You'll give it to him later, my feet

are freezing. -Let me warm you up!

Get dressed.

Hurry up.

-Undress, get dressed again...

What a bore!

Lay with your bellies up,

your hands on your breasts.

Give them two candles.

They should be in the kitchen,

if Julia hasn't used them all.

What a happy sculpture!

Is he your brother?

-He's an aesthete, a decadent.

He's a teacher!

I would call it "the end of a love".

-This love can go to hell!

Take her place.

Get up.

He always wanted

to stand out of crowd.

If you could know for how long

I dreamed to lay down here,

On our parents' bed!

So soft, warm and quiet.

I had enough of this!

Let's go away.

Sentimentality!

-I think it's not bad.

Take my hand.

-Are we going away?

I'm playing too!

You're not funny.

-Go to hell!

You know the rules.

-Explain them to me again.

You have to make

a sculpture of love.

A celebration of the human body.

-I didn't know that!

Get naked.

The triumph of the senses!

And now?

Kiss.

-Sure, it will be a pleasure.

Here you are, such a little love.

Little!

Take my place,

if it matters so much to you.

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