We will save everyone! We shouted, resisted, insisted that the legend was fake! That the weaver could have woven anything. But he said that whoever invented the legend invented also everything that will happen to us. He could have woven anything... We did not give up. The battle went on on the chessboard. We and our rug were at stake. But we had to give in when Katya received a medal from the Empress. The lady-in-waiting Vasilchikova came in person to present her with a diamond cross, for the future which, perhaps, we held in our hands. Blood Then everything happened all by itself - We received a pass to the front from the general. Early one morning in September of 1917 we found ourselves in a trench with the rug. The director Prokonin-Gorsky spilled his own blood. While directing he leaped from the trenches and threw himself under the enemy horses. He was struck down with a saber. He fell on the rug. When the smoke subsided and we reached him - he was dead. Our priceless rug was soaked in blood. Whoever invented it... invented everything that will happen to us! What then, asked Natasha? Nothing, said Lena. They had been fooled. The legend was a fake. The weaver could have woven anything. But he made up this particular story, and they believed it. We did just what he wanted us to do, said Natasha. Whoever invented it, invented also everything that will happen to us. We wrapped Prokonin-Gorsky in the rug and buried him. Nobody came to the funeral. Only a strange and imperial woman appeared suddenly. Who was she? Then our actions are part of the pattern? Then we were separated for 20 years and wandered along different roads. I thought you had died, said Lena. And Natasha thought that Lena had died. But we found each other. We were fooled! That was a rug and this is a tapestry! A tapestry is a picture. A picture could also be seen as a pattern. Not as images, but colors, serrations, lines. This line points here, that line points there. But this line goes here and that one there not as a pattern but in order to represent something, someone's mug. The reality is... there is no pattern. On a rug lines correspond to other lines, even if we see a lamb or a swan - this is right, because in real life a swan's wing corresponds to its other wing. A horn to a horn. Everything comes in pairs. Because it is a pattern of nature. Then our lives, actions and incidents... are part of the pattern? No, not a pattern. A pattern needs an axis. Everything emanating from this axis is more or less the same. But life, with its encounters and farewells, new loves produces no pattern... Or maybe a very intricate pattern, we don't see the axis... Where is it? It can be seen from the stars. Where is it? Only from the stars... This is why they told fortunes by the stars. Seen from the stars... This is why they told fortunes by the stars. They say in Paris they still do. Only from the stars. Miss... wth a hat there... Go sleep at the train station. Lounging about here... She awoke. Invented everything that will happen to us. Death is inevitable. I note that you are stepping on... ...frozen ...mother-of-pearl... spit! I'm looking only at the tree tops. - Are you a writer? - A reader! Do you wish to come work... for us? What did you do before? - For a while... -What do you do for money? You must be very wealthy. - You must be... very wealthy. - Occasionally... one or two episodes... - You steal? - Just once... I'm all out of money... I used to turn pages for a pianist friend who accompanied a famous singer. If you'd like... Like the French horn... it can do a great frog. You can't even imagine how important this was for me. The accompanist was very famous, and I got the chance to turn pages for the Divine One. He was playing for Her, you see. He was over 80, couldn't see or hear very well, and he convinced ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Соломенная шляпка на английском - текст Место встречи изменить нельзя на английском - текст Перестройка на английском - текст Анализ крови на английском - текст Такси-блюз на английском |