Chapter 39 conversation with drunk

When I walked out of the door with small steps, I suddenly found that there was a full moon and an arched sky full of stars above my head; in front of me was the circular square with the city hall, the column of the Virgin Mary and the church. I walked quietly from the shadows to the moonlight, unbuttoned my coat, and felt warm.Then raise your hands, let the whistling wind of the night stop, and think: what the hell is it?You act like it's real.Are you trying to convince me that I'm not real, that I'm somehow standing on this green gravel road?But for a long time you were real, you, the sky; and you, the Ring Plaza, were never real.

You're always better than me, it's true, but only when I tell you to be quiet. "Thank goodness, Moon, you are no longer the Moon, maybe I've been negligent, and still call you the Moon. Why don't you get so carried away when I call you 'Forgotten Paper Lantern of Strange Colors'. Why do I call You almost always withdrew when you called the 'Madonna's column'; and the column, when I call you 'the moon that casts yellow light,' no longer sees you menacing." When people think about you, it really seems to treat you badly, with low courage and damaged health.

God, how healthy it should be when the thinker learns from the drunkard! Why everything has become silent, I think, is because the wind has stopped.And the little houses that used to glide across the square as if on wheels, were firmly anchored—silent—silent—and one could not see the thin black line that usually separated them from the ground. Wire. I started to run.I ran three times around the Grand Place without any hindrances; at the same time, since I didn't run into any drunks, I ran towards Karlstrasse without slowing down and effortlessly.My shadow is also running, it is often smaller than me, reflected on the wall beside me, as if running on the narrow road between the wall and morality.

As I passed the fire department, I heard a noise from the side of the small roundabout.As I turned the corner there, I saw a drunk man standing by the fence of the well, arms outstretched, and feet in wooden slippers stamping the ground. I stood for a while to catch my breath, then walked up to him, took off my top hat, and introduced myself: "Good evening, weak nobleman, I am twenty-three years old, but I do not have a name yet. You must be from the great city of Paris, and have a startling, sweet name. You exude the air of an unbalanced French court." A totally unnatural smell."

"You must have seen with your aristocratic eyes those noble ladies standing on the high, bright platform, looking back mockingly in tight gowns, while the colorful long hair dragging on the steps The lower ends of the skirts were still floating on the sand in the garden.—Isn’t it? The servants, in gray, oddly cut frock coats and white trousers, climbed the long poles that were seen here and there, with their legs tucked between their legs and their upper bodies turned backwards. Leaning sideways, they had to pull huge pieces of gray cloth off the ground with stout ropes and taut them in the air, for the dame wanted to see a foggy morning." As he belched, I nearly Panic asked: "Really, is this true? Sir, you come from, from our Paris, from that windy Paris, that intoxicating hail weather?" When he hiccupped again, I said awkwardly: " I know, I'm honored."

I quickly buttoned up my coat, and said enthusiastically but cautiously: "I know that you think it worthless to answer my questions, but if I don't ask you today, I shall live a miserable life." "I beg you to tell me, sir, so well dressed, is it true what people tell me: that in Paris there are people who only wear well-decorated uniforms; there are houses with only gates; It is all beautified with heart-shaped white clouds. Is there an exhibition hall of rare objects there? There are so many people visiting. There are only some trees with small signs on them. The small signs say famous heroes and criminals , and the name of the person you love."

"It's these news again, obviously deceptive news!" "The streets of Paris all fork suddenly, and the streets are noisy, aren't they? How can this work when everything is not always in order? Once there was an accident, and people walked from Adjacent streets gathered. Curious as they were, they were afraid of disappointment. They breathed faster and held their heads forward. If they bumped into each other, they bowed deeply and begged for forgiveness: 'I'm so sorry—I Not on purpose - too crowded, excuse me - I'm too clumsy - I admit it. My name is - my name is Jérôme Faroche and I'm a spice vendor in Rue Cabotan — allow me to treat you to supper to-morrow — my wife will be very pleased too.” Thus they said, while the street was deafeningly noisy, and the smoke from the chimneys fell from house to house. That's it. And maybe there is this possibility: Once two cars stopped on the bustling circular road in the noble district, the servant opened the door respectfully, and eight purebred Siberian wolfhounds jumped out, barking and running across the driveway. It was said at the time: These are young Parisian hipsters in disguise."

He almost closed his eyes.When I fell silent, he stuffed his hands into his mouth and pulled his jaw hard.His uniform was dirty, and he might have been kicked out of the tavern, though he didn't know it yet. Now it was probably the deadly silent pause between day and night.Unexpectedly, our heads were all bowed.We don't realize that everything is still at this moment, because we don't see anything, so everything doesn't exist.When we hunched over alone and looked around, we could see nothing and feel no resistance from the wind.But the memory remains in our hearts: not far away stands a house with a roof and, fortunately, a corner chimney, through which the night enters the house, and through the attic into the rooms.Luckily, tomorrow will be another day, and tomorrow, it's incredible, people will be able to see everything.

At this moment the drunk raised his eyebrows up, and there was a twinkle between his brows, and he said staccatoly: "Well--I want to sleep--so I'm going to sleep.--I have a brother-in-law in Jack's Square —I went there because I lived there, because there was my bed.—I'm going now.—I just don't know his name, where he lives—I seem to have forgotten— But it doesn't matter, because I never even knew if I had a brother-in-law--now I'm going--do you believe I'll find him?" I said without thinking: "That's for sure. But you are coming from another place, and your servant is not around, please allow me to see you off."

He didn't answer.Then I offered him my arm so that he could take it.