(c) Richard Brautigan.
(i) Ice'Di Griz/Triumph.
A short lyrical introduction:
...Hmm, the author’s writing style can be roughly called
mentally - perverted ;). What you will read next is
is part of R. Brautigan's book "Trout Fishing in America". This
the book was banned from printing in many countries of the world because of its
deep spiritual content ;). But that was a long time ago
People's morals have changed, so catch:
Look, look, rider!
The owner of the store was not a wizard. He wasn't even three-legged
cow on the dandelion slope of the mountain.
He was, of course, a Jew, a retired merchant seaman,
which was torpedoed in the North Atlantic and carried
there on the waters, day after day, until death no longer wanted to take
him. He had a young wife, a heart attack, a Volkswagen and
home in Marin County.
He learned what life was at the age of 16, first from
Dostoevsky, and then from whores in New Orleans.
The bookstore has become a parking lot for used vaults.
Thousands of crypts were parked in rows like cars.
Most of the books were out of print and no one wanted them
re-read, and the people who onceread, died or
forgot about them. But thanks to an innate property, books again
became virgins. They bore the decrepit marks of the author's
rights, like brand new signs of purity.
I went into the store in the afternoon, after I got rid of
work, in that terrible year for me.
Behind the store there was a kitchen, and there the owner brewed
thick Turkish coffee in a copper pan. I drank coffee, read
old books and was waiting for this year to end.
There was a room above the kitchen. There was a couch there
a glass cabinet with Chinese trinkets, a table and three armchairs.
The tiny bathroom was clipped to the side like a keychain.
One day I was sitting in a store reading a book made in the shape
bowls. The pages were as clean as gin, and on the front was written:
┌─────────────────────────┐
│ Billy - Baby, │
│ born │
│ November 23, 1859 │
│ in the city │
│ New York. │
└─────────────────────────┘
The owner came up to me, put his hand on my shoulder and asked:
- Don't you want to sleep? - His voice sounded very gentle.
“No,” I answered.
“You're wrong,” he said, and then, without saying anything else,
left the store and stopped a couple of strangerspeople, man and
woman. He addressed them. I couldn't hear what he was saying.
Pointed at me. The woman nodded, and then the man nodded.
They entered the store.
I was confused. But I couldn't leave the store because they
entered the only door, so I decided to go upstairs to
toilet. They followed me.
I waited for a long time in the toilet, and they waited just as long next to me in
room. They never spoke. When I came out, the young woman
lay naked on the couch, and a man sat in a chair with a hat
on my knees.
“Don’t worry about him,” said the girl. - It’s up to him
light bulbs. He is rich. He has 3859 Rolls-Royces. - She was
very sweet, and her body is like a pure mountain river made of leather and
muscles running along the rocks of the skeleton through pools of nerves.
“Come to me,” she said. - And come inside me, because we are under
Aquarius and I love you.
I looked at the man. He didn't smile, but he didn't look sad either.
looked.
The girl's body was constantly moving slightly from side to side.
What else could I do if my body was like birds
sitting on a telephone wire, stretched out in a line above the world,
like clouds gently tossing a wire.
I took the girl.
It was similar to how the eternally lasting 59 seconds
turns into a minute and then looks a little silly.
“Okay,” the girl said and kissed me.The man sat silently, without moving or expressing any
emotions. I think he was actually rich and owned a 3859 Rolls -
Royces>.
Then the girl got dressed and they left the room. Bye
went down the stairs, I heard his first words:
- How about lunch at Ernie's?
“I don’t know,” said the girl. - It’s still too early to think about
lunch.
I heard the door close and they left. Got dressed and went down
down. My entire body felt soft and relaxed.
The store owner was sitting behind the counter.
“I’ll tell you what happened upstairs,” he said in his
with a beautiful voice, not at all like a three-legged cow on
the opposite, non-dandelion slope of the mountain.
- What? - I asked.
- You fought in the Spanish Civil War. You were young
communist from Cleveland, Ohio. She is an artist. New -
The York Jew who ogled the Civil War in
Spain, like Mardi Gras in New Orleans,
played out by Greek statues.
She was sketching a dead anarchist when you met her.
She asked you to stand next to him and pretend that you killed him. You
punched her in the face and said something that told me
difficult to echo.
You fell deeply in love with each other.
Once, when you were at the front, she was reading Anatomy
melancholy> made 349 drawings of lemon.
Youloved each other, mainly spiritually. None of you
didn't act like a millionaire in bed.
When Barcelona fell you sailed to England and then boarded
ship to New York. And your love remained in Spain. This
It was just military love. In the Atlantic you were engulfed
mutual indifference and every day you were losing each other more and more
friend.
Each wave was like a dead seagull dragging its
artillery from drifting boards from horizon to horizon.
When the ship landed in America, you parted, nothing happened.
saying, and we didn’t see each other again. The last thing I heard about you was
you were still living in Philadelphia.
- So this is what you think happened upstairs? - I asked.
- Partially yes. But that's only part of the story.
He took out his pipe, filled it and lit it.
- Do you want me to tell you what else happened there?
- Go ahead.
- You crossed the border with Mexico. I rode to one town.
People knew who you were and they were afraid of you. They knew you killed
many from that gun that hung at your side. The town was like this
It’s small that there was no priest there.
When the peasants saw you, they left the city. Whatever
They weren't strong men, but they didn't want to have anything to do with you.
no matter. The peasants left.
You have become the most powerful man in town.
You were seduced by a thirteen-year-old girl, and you lived with her in
adobe hut,and practically everything you did was
made love.
She was graceful and had long dark hair. you
made love standing, sitting, lying on the dirty floor in the middle
pigs and chickens. The walls, floor and even the roof were covered with your
sperm and its secretions.
At night you slept on the floor and used sperm instead
pillows, and discharge - instead of a blanket.
The people in the city were so afraid of you that they couldn't do anything.
After a little time she began to wander around the town completely
without clothes, and people said that it was not good, but when you became
wandering around without clothes and when did you start making love
on your horse in the middle of the square, the people in the town were so scared,
that they left him. Since then it has stood abandoned.
People don't want to live there.
Neither of you lived to be twenty-one. That's not the case
there was a need.
“See, I know what happened upstairs,” he said.
He smiled at me affectionately.
I was thinking about what happened upstairs.
“You know: what I said is true,” he said. -
Because you have seen it with your own eyes and experienced it on your body.
Finish the book you were reading when you were interrupted. I'm glad
that you got laid.
Feeling the touch, the pages of the book began to pick up speed.
and turned faster and faster until they were spinning like
steering wheels onsea...
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