Zift Page #5
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The moon is to blame.
The mad moon.
When they killed the boy in Varna
who was in love with me,
they told me
I was a hopeless b*tch.
You're wicked, people point at me,
but I don't believe them.
The moon is to blame,
the full moon.
The moon carelessly plays with us
by the notes of lunarjazz.
The moon is to blame,
the mad moon."'
There's this book called ""Candide"".
It asks
what is the human thing to do:
to drift around the world
with no direction or goal
and be raped
by a bunch of vulgarian Bulgarians,
or to sit down on your warm butt
in life's flower-bed.
What is the human thing to do?
Hmm, you don't get to choose.
Man squats down in life's
flower-bed anyway,
but only after he's been raped
by a bunch of vulgarian Bulgarians.
Coming in?.
The criminal always returns
to the crime scene.
Who owns all of this?
- He does.
Slug?
He bought himself the crime scene?.
Yes, but he doesn't live here.
I live here alone.
Men don't live in parlors -
they go there to fornicate.
Did you sleep with him?.
- Yes, I did.
To cover your rent?.
He believes the stone is here.
That's why nothing gets touched.
Even the chalk.
White slave.
The praying mantis.
She seems to be praying, while
in fact she's stalking her prey.
When in heat, she takes on
a praying position
and remains exquisitely still until
a vagrant male specimen mounts her.
A little before the male ejaculates,
she bites off and swallows his head.
The beheaded male
doesn't die immediately;,
in fact, his potency is enhanced.
Copulation is the reverse
of self-preservation.
Suddenly,
Slug was born out of the night
with the smell
of a freshly printed book.
I"m losing my mind.
Tell me about Leo.
Leo's gone.
There's only the grave.
Let's run away from here.
We'll need money. I'll take some from
the cocktail-lounge cash register.
There's no need. I know.
- Know what?
Where the stone is.
- The stone?
The diamond.
Where?.
In Bijou's grave.
So there was a stone after all.
Yes.
Slug had already
ransacked the room.
There wasn't a trace
of the negro's penis.
A little before
they knocked down the door,
my eyes fell on Lolushikin's ass.
And it all came together.
The penis was in...
- Yes.
Slug had shot him in the chest.
He was in his death throes and
soiled himself in the agony.
The penis fell out.
a black diamond slipped into my hand.
They were already knocking off
the hinges
and Lolushkin was breathing his last.
His mouth opened.
I dropped the stone inside.
He swallowed it convulsively
and died.
And then?
I came to myself in the hospital.
A policeman was guarding me.
Didn't they ask about the stone?.
No one suspected there was a stone.
Or that I had accomplices.
That I had you.
Gravediggers. Living Quarters.
Gravediggers. Living Quarters.
no man, no problem."
Come on, come on.
Wait, wait.
Give me a good one.
Good evening. Who's in charge here?.
Peter Raychev. Deputy gravedigger.
The chief is out.
The stench of rubber boots,
rotten teeth, and burned flatulence.
Over there.
First we visit the grave of our son
Leonid, then bijou's.
The grave is fresh.
Leonid
Someone was
buried here recently.
The obituary says:
""The dark years
after the death of Leonid
were the death of his mother
Paraskeva. May she rest in peace!'"
I'm pregnant.
This is not my son's grave.
If this Leonid's mother
wasn"t buried recently here,
the fraud
might have never been exposed.
I've never had a son.
She was lying to me all along.
She brought me
to someone else's grave.
Moth.
I feel sick.
My head is about to burst,
as if death wants to remove me from
this world with a corkscrew,
and is now screwing it
into my brain.
Slug is standing next to Ada.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'm looking at her,
the most volatile variable in life -
the female variable.
To bijou's grave, Moth.
Vladivostok Dmitrievich Lolushkin
Vengeance makes you feel good,
really good.
That was the last time I saw her.
The mantis is a special creature,
by which Nature prays
to the Creator
to forgive the fall of man.
It's butt-warm inside.
I overstuffed myself with sh*t,
deputy gravedigger.
It's time for me to go.
Don't worry, man.
The bigger the sh*t,
the lesser the damage.
The moral damage,
that is, not the material one.
You're a good man,
as earnest as Lenin.
I have one last wish.
Pass me the zift from the pocket,
so I can get a fresh taste
in my mouth before I depart.
The moth.
Picture him flying.
He doesn't fly,
but flutters chaotically.
If you try to map his flight,
you'll get an inscrutable drawing.
My life was something of the sort,
actually any life.
Moth, who lived by chance
and died thereby.
Six o'clock. Good morning.
""Where are you,
where are you, brown eyes,
where are you my homeland?
In front of us - Bulgaria,
behind us - the Danube.
In front of us - Bulgaria,
behind us - the Danube.
We've traveled many leagues
over water and land,
but our Soviet fatherland
we have not forgotten.
And under Balkan stars
we persistently recall
the Yaroslavl, Rezanski,
and Smolensky places.
the quiet voices, the merry laughter.
Bulgaria is a nice country
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