Chapter 17 Niobe

① Niobe is the queen of Thebes in Greek mythology, who was turned into stone because she mourned her slain children.It is generally used as a metaphor for a woman who has lost a loved one and mourned for life.This article refers to a bow carving. In 1938, tariffs were raised and the border between Poland and the Free State was temporarily closed.My grandmother can no longer take the narrow-gauge train to Longfurt to catch the Sunday market. Now she is like a hen, her inner world sitting on her egg.Emphasis on human's emotional will and all subconscious instinctive impulses, incubating them unintentionally.In the free port, the smell of herring is stinking, the goods are piled up like mountains, and the heads of state meet and reach an agreement.My friend Herbert was the only one lying on the sofa, conflicted, out of work, brooding like a man in real trouble.

When you work at the customs, you get a salary, a meal, and a green uniform, because the green border needs to be guarded.Herbert didn't want to go to the customs, and he didn't want to be a waiter anymore. He just lay on the sofa and thought hard. But one has to have a job to do.Madame Truczynski is not the only one who thinks so.Although she did not agree to persuade her son to serve as a waiter at the New Fairway again, as the boss Stabusch wanted, she agreed to try to induce him to get up from the sofa.Herbert himself soon found the two-room apartment too tedious, and his broodings were mere affectation.One day he began to look through the job listings in the Latest News, and he turned to the Sentinel with great reluctance and shuddered a little before reading it.

-------- ① "Sentinel", Danzig's Nazi newspaper. If only I could help him.Is it necessary for a man like Herbert to give up the job suitable for him and find auxiliary work on the outskirts of this port city?To be a longshoreman, to be a day laborer, to bury rotten herring?I would hate to see Herbert standing on the bridge of the Motlaw, spitting at the gulls, and degrading himself to be a tobacco chewer.It occurred to me that I might partner with Herbert.As long as we concentrate on doing it for two hours every week, or even every month, our life will be guaranteed.Oskar, who had accumulated long experience in this field and was therefore more intelligent, could, with his still diamond-like voice, cut open the window displaying valuable samples while standing on the lookout, while Herbert would soon be able to succeed.We need neither blowtorches, skeleton keys, and toolboxes nor brass knuckles and pistols.Prison carts have no place with us, patron saint of thieves and god of commerce, Mercury, for I was born when the sun was in Virgo, and I have the seal of this sign, which is sometimes stamped on hard objects superior.

-------- ① Knuckle brass sleeves, the brass knuckles that are put on the four knuckles. When the fist is made, the brass sleeves face outwards. They are used to beat people, which can kill people. It is unnecessary to mention this episode briefly.Let me simply mention it!However, readers, please refrain from taking it as my own confession.While Herbert was out of work, he and I did two modest burglaries of the delicatessen and one of the furriers, which was quite lucrative, and the loot consisted of three blue and gray fox skins and one seal skin. , a Persian lambskin muff, and a handsome, but not very expensive, ponyskin coat, which my poor mother would have loved to wear had she lived.

We quit, not because of an unnecessary but recurring sense of guilt, but because stolen goods are getting harder to get off our hands.In order to make more money, Herbert must go to the new channel, because only in this port area can there be a useful middleman.But that place always reminded him of the emaciated Latvian captain with a stomach bug.So he went everywhere except the New Channel, where the furs were as easy to sell as butter.He would rather be selling in Schauergasse, next to the Harker factory, in Biggerwiesen.Therefore, our stolen goods cannot be sold for a long time.Finally, the deli stuff went into Madam Truczynski's kitchen, and he gave her the Persian lambskin muff, or rather Herbert intended to give it to her.

When Madam Truczynski saw the muff, her smile faded away.She took the items from the deli without saying a word, maybe she was thinking of the folk saying that stealing some food is not a crime.However, hand-warming means extravagance, extravagance means recklessness, and recklessness means squatting in prison.Madame Truczynski's idea was simple and correct, she squinted her eyes like a mouse's, pulled the knitting needles out of her curls, held them in her hand, and said, "You're going to die like your old man!" The Bulletin or the Sentinel pushed Herbert, and that meant: Go find a job!I'm talking about a well-behaved career, or I wouldn't be cooking for you anymore.

Herbert lay on the sofa for another week, thinking and thinking, very miserable, unwilling to be asked about the cause of his scar, or to visit the window where he could make a profit.I pardoned the friend and let him eat his last remaining misery, and spent time with the watchmaker Raubshad and his time-wasting clocks, and once with the musician Mayne.But he no longer drinks, just plays his trumpet according to the score of the SS cavalry band, neatly dressed and energetic, and his four cats-this is his drunken but highly musical A relic of its days of talent—dying, dying from lack of proper feeding.In addition, I often found Matzerath sitting alone in the dead of night, facing a small glass of wine, his eyes glazed over; when my mother was alive, he only drank when there were guests.He flipped through photo albums, as I do today, trying to bring my poor mother back to life in those little boxy photos that were overexposed or underexposed.He wept until midnight, and then chatted with Hitler and Beethoven, who hung on the opposite wall with increasingly melancholy eyes, and addressed him affectionately with "you", as if the deaf genius answered him instead, advocating absolute prohibition of alcohol The Führer was silent, because Matzerath, the drunken leader of a small section, was not worthy of Providence.

On a Tuesday (thanks to my drums, I can remember this exactly), Herbert made up his mind to dress up, that is to say, he had Mrs. Truczynski brush off the blue dress with cold coffee. , bell trousers narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, his feet crammed into his pumps, a coat with anchor buttons, and cologne on the white silk tie from Freeport Duty-free goods in the garbage dump of the Freeport, wearing a blue hat with a large brim, neat and tidy, ready to go out. "I'll go out and look for work," said Herbert, pushing his hat to the left with a touch of adventure.As soon as Madame Truczynski let go, the newspaper fell on the table.

The next day Herbert had work and uniforms.Instead of the green customs uniform, he wore dark gray; he became a warden of the Nautical Museum. Like everything worth preserving in a city worthy of preservation in its own right, the treasures of the Nautical Museum are housed in an old noble mansion, itself a museum.The house, with its stone portico and its solid, embossed, unattractive frontage, was carved in dark oak and with its winding staircase.The history of this seaport city is displayed here, divided into categories and very detailed.The city's pride has always been its ability to grow richer and keep itself rich among its many powerful but mostly poor neighbours.Look at these cumbersome rules, tediously stipulating the privileges bought from the Teutonic Knights and the King of Poland!Look at these polychrome engravings recreating the siege of the coastal fortress of the Wexel Estuary!Behold the unlucky Stanislaus Letzczynski standing within the walls, who has fought the rebel king of Saxony and fled back.From the oil painting, it can be seen exactly how terrified he is.Archbishop Potolski and French Minister de Monty also panicked, as Russian forces under General Lasci surrounded the city.These pictures are all accompanied by exact text descriptions, and even the names of the French ships under the heraldic flag ② at the berth are clearly visible.The ship pointed by the arrow was in which Stanislaus Letzczynski fled to Lorraine after abandoning the city on August 3.However, most of the exhibits are trophies from wars won, because very few wars were lost, and there are no trophies left in the museum after losing a battle.

-------- ① Stanislaus Letzczynski (1677-1766), in 1704 under the influence of King Karl XII of Sweden, was elected King of Poland; in 1709 Karl XII was defeated in Poltava, and Stanislaus In 1725, he was the father-in-law of King Louis XV of France; in 1733, after the death of King August II of Poland, he returned to Poland to become king; He fled and abdicated in 1735 as Lord of the Duchy of Lorraine and Bar. ②French royal coat of arms. One of the proudest items in the collection is the figurehead of a Florentine galleon.The ship belonged to the Florentine merchants Portinari and Taney, whose home port was at Bruges.In April 1473, the captains of Danzig and pirates Paul Benecke and Martin Badwijk captured the galleon while cruising outside the port of Slaues on the coast of Zeeland.After the seizure, the captain, officers, and a large number of sailors were all killed by them.The ship and its cargo were taken to Danzig.A folding painting, The Last Judgment, by the painter Memling, and a gold baptismal font—both commissioned by the Florentine Tani for a church in Florence—became holy. Exhibits in the Church of Mary.As far as I know, The Last Judgment still feasts the eyes of Catholics in Poland today.As for the sculpture on the head of the ship, its whereabouts were unknown after the war.In my time, it was preserved in the Nautical Museum.

-------- ① Hans Memling (about 1440~1494), a painter, probably a German, lived in Bruges. A green wooden female figure, nude and plump, arms raised, fingers lazily interlaced, breasts defiantly thrust out, sunken amber eyes staring straight ahead.This woman, this figurehead, brings misfortune.It had been commissioned by the merchant Portinari from a sculptor known as a ship's prow carver, and the model was a Flemish girl who was close to Portinari.No sooner had the green statue been hung under the galleon's firstsprit than the girl was tried for witchcraft—a common occurrence in those days.Interrogated before burning her, she implicated her protector, the Florentine merchant, and even the local engraver who used her as a model.Portinari is said to have hanged himself for fear of being burned.The sculptor had their dexterous hands chopped off.In this way, he will not be able to use witches as figureheads in the future.While the trial was still going on in Bruges, and Portinari was a rich businessman, the galleon with the head carvings had already fallen into the hands of the pirates headed by Paul Benecke.Mr. Tani, the second boss, was killed by the pirate's long-handled tomahawk.The next victim was Paul Beinecke.Within a few years he fell out of the favor of the nobles of his native land and was drowned in the tower yard.After Benecke's death, the ship put this sculpture on the bow. Not long after, the ship caught fire before it left the port. The fire spread to other ships and they were all burned to ashes, except for the one that was not afraid. Fire figurehead.Nevertheless, due to its charming shape, it has never been lacking in admirers among ship owners.However, just after this woman was installed on the bow, the sailors who had been very quiet suddenly mutinied, and the number of personnel was greatly reduced.In 1522, the Danzig fleet under the leadership of the talented Eberhard Feiber led an unsuccessful expedition to Denmark, which led to the downfall of Feiber and a bloody uprising in the city.The history books speak of religious strife—in 1532 the Protestant priest Haig led a band of iconoclasts against seven parish churches—but we still blame the prow for this far-reaching disaster. Ornament, as it was mounted on the prow of Faber's ship. Fifty years later, Stefan Bathory laid the siege of Danzig in vain, and Caspar Jeschke, the abbot of Oliva, blamed this wicked woman in his confessional sermon.The people of Danzig gave her as a gift to the Polish king, and he took her back to his camp and listened to her bad ideas.It is not known how much the wooden woman had on the Swedes' expedition to Danzig and on the long imprisonment of Dr. Aegidius Strauch.Dr. Strauch was a religious fanatic who secretly conspired with the Swedes and advocated the burning of the green woman who had somehow returned to Danzig.According to a vague legend, a fugitive poet from Silesia, named Opitz, who took refuge in Danzig for several years, died young when he found this ruined statue in a warehouse, He painstakingly wrote poems praising it. -------- ① Stefan Bathory (1522～1586), King of Poland in 1576. It was not until the end of the eighteenth century, when Poland was partitioned, that the Prussians who seized Danzig by force issued an order from the Kingdom of Prussia, banning the "wooden statue Niobe".This was the first time its name was mentioned in official documents, and it was immediately moved or rather imprisoned in that tower.It was in the courtyard of this tower that Paul Benecke was drowned, and it was in its corridors that I first successfully experimented with the remote effects of my singing.In the face of the advanced product of human imagination-the instrument of torture, it has honestly passed through the entire nineteenth century. When I climbed the tower in 1932 and beat the windows of the portico of the Municipal Theater with my voice, Niobe—commonly known as the "little green girl" or "green girl"—was taken from the tower's torture chamber It's been years since I moved away.Thank God, otherwise, who knows if my attack on that quasi-classical building would have been successful. An ignorant museum curator who moved from other places moved Niobe out of the torture chamber where she was controlled to vent her grievances freely, and moved her into the new nautical museum after the establishment of the Free State.Not long after, the overzealous curator accidentally cut his finger while nailing a small wooden sign, and died of blood poisoning.The small wooden plaque says that displayed above is a figurehead of a ship called Niobe.His successor, familiar with the history of Danzig, was cautious and wanted to get Niobe away.He planned to give this dangerous woodcut girl to the city of Lübeck, but precisely because the people of Lübeck did not accept this gift, this small city on the Traver River, together with its brick church, was lost in bombings during the war. But very little. Niobe, or the "Green Maiden," therefore remained in the Nautical Museum, resulting in the following fatalities in the short fourteen years since its establishment: two directors—not counting the discreet one, who Departures had been requested—an elderly priest fell dead at her feet, a polytechnical student and two graduates of St. Three of them were married) died unexpectedly. All of the dead, including the industrial student, were found glowing, with sharp weapons in their chests that could only be found in a nautical museum, such as cutlasses, ship-capturing hooks, harpoons, and Gold Coast slings. Carved spearheads, steel needles used by sailmakers, etc.; only the last middle school graduate used the pocket knife in his pocket first, and then the compasses, because not long before his death, all the sharp tools in the museum were not chained , in a glass case. Although the criminal police of the Murder Detective Committee claimed that the dead were tragic and all committed suicide, rumors arose in Danzig, and various newspapers echoed it, saying that "Green Girl did it herself."It was seriously suspected that Niobe had killed the living men and boys.There was a lot of discussion everywhere, and newspapers dedicated a column for citizens to freely express their opinions on the Niobe case.The city of Danzig said that superstition is out of date, adding that it is not contemplating hasty action until it is proven that the so-called unthinkable has actually happened. Therefore, the piece of green wood remained in the collection of the Nautical Museum, while the District Museum in Oliva, the Municipal Museum in Butcher's Lane, and the administration of the Palace of Artus all refused to accept this thing that drove men mad. -------- ① Artus Palace, a medieval building, is a place for knights to imitate the legendary Knights of the Round Table, Artus, to have fun.The Artus Palace (built in 1480-1481) in Danzig is the most famous. There is a shortage of museum managers.These people were not the only ones who refused to pay attention to the wood carving girl.Nor do visitors enter the hall where the amber-eyed woman is displayed.For a long time, there was silence behind the Renaissance-style window, except for a little light that came through the window and shone from the side on the statue that was completely life-like.Dust accumulates.The cleaning lady also stopped cleaning.The same goes for the photojournalists, who quarreled for a while, and later one of them died shortly after taking pictures of the figurehead. Although he died of natural causes, his colleagues linked his death with taking pictures of Niobe .As a result, they stopped providing photos of the murderous statue to newspapers in the Free State, Poland, Germany, and even France, and destroyed the photos of Niobe in their archives.They photographed all sorts of presidents, prime ministers and kings in exile traveling to and from Danzig, and made a living photographing bird shows, national party conventions, auto races and spring floods. Such was the case, and at this moment Herbert Truczynski, who no longer wanted to be a waiter or go through customs, put on the slate-gray uniform of a museum curator and sat down in what the common people called "the green girl's boudoir." " on the leather chair at the door of the lobby. On Herbert's first day at work, I followed him as far as the tram stop at Max Halberplatz.I really worry about him. "Go home, little Oscar. I can't take you there!" But I still carried the drum and sticks, and stood in front of my big friend, entangled him.So he said: "Okay, I will take you to Gaomen, and you can go back by car. You must be obedient!" When I arrived at Gaomen, I still refused to take the No. 5 tram back.Herbert had to take me into Holy Spirit Lane, and he thought of sending me off on the steps of the museum.As a result, he sighed helplessly and bought a child ticket at the ticket office.Even though I'm fourteen years old, I should buy full tickets, but they don't care! We had a quiet and enjoyable day.No one came to visit, and no one came to check.Sometimes I played the drum for half an hour, and sometimes Herbert slept for half an hour.Niobe's amber eyes stared ahead, her breasts puffed out, toward a goal that was not ours.We don't pay attention to her at all. "She's not the type I like." Herbert waved his hand disdainfully and said, "Look at the streaks of fat, look at her double chin." Herbert tilted his head and began to meditate: "Look at her back. It's like a small family wardrobe. Herbert prefers slender women, small girls like little dolls." I listened to Herbert describe in detail the type of woman he liked, and watched him draw out a slender female figure with his large shovel-like hands.For many years, until today, what he portrayed, even if it is covered by a nurse's uniform, is always my ideal image of a woman. On our third day at the museum, we boldly left the leather chairs by the door.On the pretext of cleaning—the hall was filthy, too—we wiped the dust and the cobwebs from the oak paneling of the ceiling, and made the place look new, a real “green girl’s boudoir,” as we approached the Green wooden figures cast shadows under the light.If Niobe does not arouse our enthusiasm at all, this is not the case.She was plump, but not bloated, she just exaggerated her own beauty.We look at her, not with the eyes of greedy appropriators, but with the objective, astute, careful eyes of connoisseurs.Herbert and I were like two aesthetes, fascinated by the beauty of abstraction, but also sober-minded, studying the proportions of this female figure by visual inspection.Except for the slightly shorter thighs, Niobe's body length is exactly eight times that of the head, which fully meets the classical ideal size standard; the width of the pith, shoulders, and chest cavity is in line with the Dutch standard rather than the Greek standard. Herbert raised his thumb and said: "I think she is too active if she is lying on the bed. Herbert has seen a lot of wrestling in Aura and New Channel. I don't want a woman to wrestle with her." Herbert Bert had suffered enough. "If she's a willow-waisted wicker that snaps at the touch, one has to be careful. Herbert has no objection to such a girl." It's not that we dislike Niobe and her fellow wrestlers, if anything.Herbert knew, of course, that the question of passivity and initiative, which he liked or disliked in naked and half-naked women, was not peculiar to slender and well-built women, but to both thin and not fat and plump. No; some very gentle girls are not flat when they lie down; while women like tar barrels are like stagnant water in the inland, not flowing at all.We are deliberately simplifying, reducing the whole problem to two, and insulting Niobe on principle, and more and more relentlessly.So Herbert picked me up, and made me beat the woman's breasts with a stick until I fell from the moth-holes—the moths couldn't get in because of the moth-proofing spray, but there were still so many wormholes. A ridiculous cloud of sawdust.We stared into her amber eyes as I knocked.They didn't blink or move, and they didn't shed tears, let alone fill their eyes.Nor did she narrow her eyes into a slit of hatred, like a threat.Those polished, yellowish rather than reddish amber eyes reflected the entire furnishings and partially sunlit windows of this exhibition hall, albeit distorted by convex imaging.Amber is deceiving and who doesn't know it!We also know the deceitful artifice of this wood glue that has been exalted as an ornament.Yet we persist in the rigid masculine division of everything in woman into active and passive, and explain Niobe's apparent indifference in this way to our advantage.We feel safe.Giggling maliciously, Herbert drove a nail into her kneecap.Every time he tapped, my knees ached and she didn't even move her eyebrows.We messed around for a while before the eyes of this plump green wooden statue.Herbert put on a British admiral's overcoat, hung a telescope around his neck, and put on the admiral's hat to match the overcoat.I put on a red waistcoat and a wig that fell to my shoulders, and acted as the admiral's valet.We play the Battle of Trafalgar, bombard Copenhagen, annihilate Napoleon's fleet at Abukir, round this or that promontory, pretend to be historical and then contemporary.We played before Niobe's eyes, before this figurehead carved in the figure of a Dutch witch.We figured she either agreed with our messing around, or simply ignored it. -------- ① On October 21, 1805, the British fleet led by Nelson defeated the French and Spanish fleets.Nelson was killed. ② Napoleon marched into Egypt in 1789. After the army landed, the French fleet stayed in the port of Aboukir. It was discovered and annihilated by the British fleet led by Nelson from August 1 to 2. Today I know that everything is being seen, and there is nothing that is not seen by them. Even the memory of tapestries is stronger than that of people.That is not the beloved, all-seeing God.A kitchen chair, a coat hanger, a half-full ashtray, and a wooden statue of a woman named Niobe all stand today as witnesses of our actions.We worked fourteen days or more at the Nautical Museum.Herbert sent me a drum, and Madam Truczynski brought home twice a week's pay, plus hazard pay.The museum is closed on Mondays.On the Tuesday of the third week, the ticket office did not sell me a child ticket and refused me to enter.Herbert asked why.The man at the ticket office was friendly, though scowling.He told us that a petition had been lodged asking that young children be kept out.The child's father disagreed.He himself had no objection if I stayed at the ticket office, but he had business and was a widower and had no time for me.But if you want me to enter the exhibition hall, into the "Green Girl's Boudoir", that is not acceptable, because no one is responsible for me. Herbert was already giving in, so I pushed and forced him.So, on the one hand, he said that the conductor was right, on the other hand, he said that I was an auspicious person who could bring him good luck, and that I was his protective angel, and that the innocence of children could inspire him. Protective effects.All in all, Herbert had pretty much made friends with the conductor, and had his permission to take me into the museum, though, as the conductor said, it was for the last time. In this way, I took my big friend by the hand and climbed up the ornately decorated and constantly refreshed curved staircase to the third floor where Niobe was.The morning passed quietly, and the afternoon was still quieter.With her eyes half closed, she sat in a leather chair with yellow studs.I crouched at her feet.The drums also stayed silent.We watched the schooners, barques, corvettes, five-masted gunships, galleons, sloops, coast schooners, and clippers all hanging and waiting to be scraped under the oak paneling of the ceiling. Come with the wind.We looked at the models of these ships, and waited with them for the breeze, and were afraid of the silence in this green boudoir.We look at the models of these ships and fear that there is no wind, just so as not to look at Niobe and be afraid for her.If only we could hear moths eating wood.That proves that the moth is slowly but surely working its way into the green wood and hollowing it out.Then Niobe would perish.However, we cannot hear moths eating wood.The museum's conservators coated the wooden body with insect repellant so that she would never decay.Therefore, our only way of relief is to look at the model ships and wait for the wind to raise the sails.We need this gimmick to get rid of the fear of Niobe.We just don't look at her, try to forget her existence.We would have forgotten her if the afternoon sun had not caught her left eye just right, making the amber glow. Still, the glow of amber doesn't surprise us.We are very familiar with how the sun moves every afternoon on the three floors of the Nautical Museum.When the sun hits the frieze or the schooner, we know what time it is or what time it will strike.Surrounding churches, Right City, Old City, Pfeiffer City, are doing their part, using bells to match the movement of the dusty sun, historic bells to match history Sexy collectibles for company.It would not be surprising if we felt that the sun was historical, that the sunlight was an exhibit in our museums, and that we began to wonder what the sun and Niobe's amber eyes were up to. But that afternoon, as we had neither the taste nor the guts to play games or to provoke, the eyes of the dull wooden man shone on us with double brightness.We got through the half hour that we still had to hold on in depressed mood.At five o'clock, the museum closes. The next day Herbert went to work alone.I accompanied him to the entrance of the museum, but not wanting to wait at the ticket office, I found a place opposite the noble mansion.I sat with my drum on a granite sphere with a tail growing out of the back that an adult used as a railing.Needless to say, there was the same ball on the other side of the steps, holding the same cast-iron tail.I seldom beat the drum, but when I did it was terribly loud, mostly as a protest to the women passing by, because they were all happy to stop by my side, ask my name, and caress me with their sweaty hands. , Although short but slightly curly hair.The morning passed.At the end of Holy Spirit Lane, under the fat, bloated bell tower, St. Mary's Church lay there like a hen of red and black brick with green spires.Pigeons squeezed each other in the cracks in the wall of the bell tower, and some pigeons were constantly squeezed out and landed near me, cooing endlessly.They don't know how long the hatching will last, and what will be hatched. Hundreds of years have passed, and whether it will become hatching for hatching in the end. At noon, Herbert came into the alley.From the lunch box—Mrs. Truczinski filled him so full that he couldn't cover it—he took out a piece of lard bread with a finger-thick slice of blood sausage between them.I don't want to eat, he nodded to me mechanically, encouraging me.I ate at last, but Herbert ate nothing but smoked a cigarette.Before returning to the museum, he slipped into a tavern on Brotbenken Lane and drank two or three glasses of gin.I looked at his Adam's apple as he raised his glass to drink.I don't like it when he pours wine down his throat like this.He went up the museum's winding staircase, and I sat on the granite sphere.After a long time, Oskar's friend Herbert's Adam's apple was still floating up and down before my eyes. The afternoon sun crept across the pastel colored facade of the museum.It leaps from frieze to frieze, rides on nymphs and solid horns, devours fat angels outstretched for flowers, fully ripens painted bunches of ripe grapes, breaks into country carnival crowds, Play hide-and-seek, jump on a swing decorated with roses, aristocratize townspeople in knickerbockers doing business, catch a deer being chased by hounds, and end up at that third-story window.This window always allows sunlight to filter in and illuminate an amber eye, though only for a short time. -------- ① Nymph, a nymph living in mountains and forests in Greek mythology.This refers to the carvings on the building. I slowly slid down the granite ball.My drum hit hard on the rock.The paint on the drum frame was cracked, and from the white base paint and the red flames, many fragments fell, red and white, and fell on the stone steps. Maybe I said something about the situation, muttered and begged a few times, and made a few gestures.Not long after, an ambulance drove to the gate of the museum.Pedestrians surrounded the entrance.Oscar manages to sneak into the museum with the first responders.I found the stairs before them. Logically, after the previous accidents, they should be very familiar with the doors in the museum. I tried my best not to laugh when I saw Herbert.He hung on Niobe face to face, and he must have intended to mate with the woodcarving.His head covered hers.His arms were wrapped around her raised, crossed arms.He wasn't wearing a shirt, which he found later, neatly folded on the leather chair by the door.His back was covered with scars.I read the handwriting and count the letters.There is no shortage of one.But I can't see any new imprints. The ambulancemen, who rushed into the gallery after me, separated Herbert from Niobe with great difficulty.The impulsive man snapped the safety chain, took a ship's double-bladed axe, and slashed both sides into Niobe's wooden body.As he lunged at the woman, the other edge of the ax dug into his flesh.In this way, their upper body is completely joined together.At the lower part of his body, where his trousers were unbuttoned, where he was irrationally sticking out all the time, he couldn't find any land for his anchor. They covered Herbert with a sheet with the words "Municipal First Aid Station" printed on it.At this moment, Oscar beat his drum again as usual when he lost something.As the men in the museum lead Oscar out of the "green girl's boudoir," down the stairs, and drive him home in a police department car, he beats his drum with his fists all the way. Now, in this sanatorium, he too had to beat the drums with his fists as he recalled this attempt at love between wood and flesh, exploring once more the labyrinth of the scar on Herbert Truczynski's back .Colourful, hard and sensitive, these raised scars foreshadowed and foreshadowed everything harder and more sensitive than these scars.奥斯卡像一个盲人似的读着赫伯特背上的字体。 当他们把赫伯特从他那无情的雕像上抱下来时，布鲁诺，我的护理员，这才扛着梨子形脑袋失望地来到我床边。他小心翼翼地把我的拳头从鼓上移开，把鼓挂到金属床脚横头左边的床柱上，拉平了我身上盖的毯子。 “马策拉特先生，”他劝告我说，“要是您再这样响地敲下去，别处的人就会听见这儿有人敲鼓敲得大响了。您是不是歇一会儿，要么敲得轻一点怎么样？” 好的，布鲁诺，我想试着对我的鼓口授下面这宁静的一章，尽管这一章的主题是需要由饿慌了的、咆哮着的人组成的乐队来演奏的①。 -------- ①指下一章将采用童话的公式与套话，这可以引入不同的主题并使之交替重复出现，在结尾作压缩性的总结，这种叙述方式类似音乐上的赋格曲。