On The Wings of Hope : Prose

- In our country ? Guess who ?  A musician I was, fuck it ! Played on violins, appealed to hearts of men and women alike … in the metro and undergrounds, mostly – when there was no normal work anymore. And here … burp … “here is not like there”, as they say … got sunk into a business and money have poured on me at once. And no standing with stretched hand, not anymore, damn ! I’ve even started to respect myself at the long last. And there I was … begging … begging with music … trying to start living at last … dreaming of becoming a man … a man …

- Know what ? I … sometimes it’s calling for me to return there, nevertheless … dragging me home. But how should we make our living there now ? They say the country in so deep in the bullshit that to go there – is to sink in it completely. Have just chosen a new president – looks like the new deputy, and yet they still believe that he’s nothing less that Savior directly from the Heavens … cannot save themselves still. Eeehh ! What’s the reason to speak about that right now … what’s the difference ? The bullshit is still a bullshit, yeah ?

- I dunno know, dunno know … cannot … the heart … its … painful…

- Hey … hey … don’t give up ! Let’s buy another round of drinks, yeah … ? And the girl … we’ll find the new girl. “Giiirrrrlliieess … giiiirrrrlliiess, don’t stand aside without pride …. “. Let’s go, huh ! Hey, stand up ! Forward ! Hey …. what’s …. what’s with you ? Hey ! Hey ! There, over here ! Emergency ! Call the emergency !

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A holiday has recently passed here – and city’s streets were dazzled with posters.

“Vote for your future !”, “The future is here ! Make your choice in a new century !”, “Decide your destiny !”, and more, and more, and more. Yet another election of another president. Yet again a choice of smaller of two evils. Yet again four years of ruin, hidden by the growth of economic indicators.

I have descended to the underground passage. It’s as it always was – dirty, murky and wet, no one is even trying to clean up all the mess here. Some man, playing a violin … a cap for donations was lying nearby him, and I have thrown there trifle on the move. The man has looked at me for an instant and I have noticed a slight nod of his head – and then my feet have carried me forward and away from him.

I left the underground and moved in the direction of a main square. For several times groups of still young staggering boys and girls passed me by.

“The holiday is going to continue to three more days”, - I have thought. For three more days there will be a banquet continuation.

I looked at all this external magnificent furniture – on all these posters, all these slogans, decorated tribunes, flags and flowers … and I yearned for the ability to not see all this that very instant  - to not see reeling youth, to not see sparkling domes of churches and cars, approaching them, and just nearby – such poor beggars like the one I met underground … I wished to not hear such empty patriotic speeches time and again … I thirsted for awakening – as from the dream. I thirsted to wake up – forever.

“It seems that now I have finally understood what I am living for”, - I have thought.

21.10.2010

Divine Age

Angel

-          Greeting, people! - Angel smiled.

-          And who might you be, we wonder? - they muttered.

-          I am a son of God, - answered Angel. - I have come to aid you.

-          We didn’t call for you! - they have bitten.

-          Of that I know, - replied Angel. - That’s why I have come to you.

-          Because you weren’t expected? - men burst out laughing.

-          No, because you would never call for me yourself.

-          The stub is clear, day is ended, - they have been mocking. - We are living pretty well even without ones like you!

-          Oh, that I see, - Angel has sighted. - Have already collected stones to banish us, have you?

-          What was that? - a shout came from a crowd.

-          Throw away your stones from the bosoms, - said Angel. - Better, if on the road.

-          Well, you know, - people have choked. - What if they will still be of some use to us?

-          Going to throw them in the sky, are you? - Angel smiled. - Or have you forgotten of the gravitation invisible?

-          We have forgotten nothing! Of all the nature laws we are aware of, taming it!

-          To tame one, you have to love one. We are responsible for the ones whom we tame.

-          How very smart of you, oh our star-descended one!

-          For what the reason have you brought knifes together with you? Are you going to cut yourselves in distemper, I wonder?

-          Nay, we have no need to cut ourselves, oh damned one! Intended for the enemy of ours this weapon is.

-          How are you expecting to distinguish friends from foes, if anger blinds minds of yours so often?

-          Have no worry of that, we’ll sort it all somehow with no aid from your side! We have lived much and we have known much.