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07-24-2007, 06:42 AM
I entered and ordered the made dish of art.
It was served; with the abundance of spurious smile poured on it.
Generally they serve you very well here; adulate you as if you were a king.
What would you like to drink?-I was asked –we may offer you devotion and truth. What about love? I’m thirsty for love-I begged, but no, love doesn’t sell itself well enough - so they didn’t carry it in. But, if you pay a little more, maybe I can do something for you – winked the bastard waiter to me with the perfectly proportionate face, smooth skin and delightful features. What could I do? I was so thirsty. Go, bring it-I said and tucked the whole stack of humaneness into his pocket. I was sitting there, knocking on the table with my fingertips and nervously smoking the happiness. Oh! I wish I could just get drunk- I thought, but he was being late.
At last he came – that bastard waiter with perfectly proportionate face, and brought the beverage - I drank it off at one gulp even without looking what was written on it; and besides, since when does a beverage in the glass have an instruction….. I drank it and it cut my heart, incised it and turned it into a blood which streamed to my head; It stopped my breath; I couldn’t speak it hurt so bad and I realized, how pleasant it felt… Go, get one more, you bastard,- I said and tucked one more stack of the humaneness in the pocket of his disgustingly clean and starched apron; tipped him for calling him a bastard and started waiting… he went away and came back at last…. brought it again… and I drank it again… and it cut my heart, incised it and turned it into a blood which flowed to my head; It stopped my breath; I couldn’t speak it hurt so bad and I realized, how pleasant it felt afresh… I need to get a bottle, – I begged. You can not get it – he derided, - But, if you pay a little more, maybe I can do something for you –he winked again. I tucked one more stack… he went again and this time returned with a small box in his hands. It was full of ampoules…. of such weird color… Huh! Weird… I didn’t even look at it, when I drank it from a glass, as if I got blinded by the desire. It was so peculiar: as if transparent but including all the colors; sticky and thick and pure… it was all and included all. I knew I was already enthralled. I knew only sips would never be enough again… I knew I would have to buy squirts… I knew I perished and I was glad… If you ever need me, you where to find me, winked that bastard again so sickeningly cursedly, that I could not bear his presence any more. I tipped him with several bills of gratefulness and slowly walked to the door. He polished the table with pedantic preciseness and started adulating somebody else. I went out… walked down the street slowly, slowly, than faster, faster, again, again… than I just pushed myself up and flew high above, so that nobody could get their hands on my treasure… I was flying….
…….. and then I lay on the dirty floor so quiet…
P.S. i just translated it from Georgian. it's my own. won one of the minor literature competitions in Tbilisi in 2006. nomination "The best miniature" (age range 13-19)
It was served; with the abundance of spurious smile poured on it.
Generally they serve you very well here; adulate you as if you were a king.
What would you like to drink?-I was asked –we may offer you devotion and truth. What about love? I’m thirsty for love-I begged, but no, love doesn’t sell itself well enough - so they didn’t carry it in. But, if you pay a little more, maybe I can do something for you – winked the bastard waiter to me with the perfectly proportionate face, smooth skin and delightful features. What could I do? I was so thirsty. Go, bring it-I said and tucked the whole stack of humaneness into his pocket. I was sitting there, knocking on the table with my fingertips and nervously smoking the happiness. Oh! I wish I could just get drunk- I thought, but he was being late.
At last he came – that bastard waiter with perfectly proportionate face, and brought the beverage - I drank it off at one gulp even without looking what was written on it; and besides, since when does a beverage in the glass have an instruction….. I drank it and it cut my heart, incised it and turned it into a blood which streamed to my head; It stopped my breath; I couldn’t speak it hurt so bad and I realized, how pleasant it felt… Go, get one more, you bastard,- I said and tucked one more stack of the humaneness in the pocket of his disgustingly clean and starched apron; tipped him for calling him a bastard and started waiting… he went away and came back at last…. brought it again… and I drank it again… and it cut my heart, incised it and turned it into a blood which flowed to my head; It stopped my breath; I couldn’t speak it hurt so bad and I realized, how pleasant it felt afresh… I need to get a bottle, – I begged. You can not get it – he derided, - But, if you pay a little more, maybe I can do something for you –he winked again. I tucked one more stack… he went again and this time returned with a small box in his hands. It was full of ampoules…. of such weird color… Huh! Weird… I didn’t even look at it, when I drank it from a glass, as if I got blinded by the desire. It was so peculiar: as if transparent but including all the colors; sticky and thick and pure… it was all and included all. I knew I was already enthralled. I knew only sips would never be enough again… I knew I would have to buy squirts… I knew I perished and I was glad… If you ever need me, you where to find me, winked that bastard again so sickeningly cursedly, that I could not bear his presence any more. I tipped him with several bills of gratefulness and slowly walked to the door. He polished the table with pedantic preciseness and started adulating somebody else. I went out… walked down the street slowly, slowly, than faster, faster, again, again… than I just pushed myself up and flew high above, so that nobody could get their hands on my treasure… I was flying….
…….. and then I lay on the dirty floor so quiet…
P.S. i just translated it from Georgian. it's my own. won one of the minor literature competitions in Tbilisi in 2006. nomination "The best miniature" (age range 13-19)