about Henry Miller

Pavel Afanasiev (afanas@catalyse.univ-lyon1.fr)
29 Aug 1995 17:17:16 GMT

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... A vzyat' k primeru Henri Millera ? - prodolzhil starik
Khairulin, brosiv shepku v ugasajushie ugli kostra. Shepka srazu
zanyalas', yazychki plameni otrazilis' iskorkami v ego gluboko
posazhennyh glazah, osvetili hudye nebritye skuly.
- Zhenshina, Muzhchina..., - prezritel'no spljunul Khairulin,
- Vzaimmotnosheniya, - on sdelal rukoi neprilichnyi zhest, -
- Poiski, vechnye poiski sebya, poiski drug druga...
On zamolchal, nashel na zemle suchok i brosil ego tuda zhe, v ugli.
- Ty vot, - obratilsya on ko mne, - na kletchatoi prostyne nebos'
spish', na noch' potolok pylesosish', tak ?
- Tak, - smushenno priznalsya ya.
- I ty tuda zhe: vzaimootnosheniya, vnutrennii mir.. A ty k primeru,
kogda-nibud' kirzovye sapogi nosil ? - lukavo prishurilsya starik.
- Dva mesyaca, na voennyh sborah, - nashelsya ya, ne ponimaya, pri
chem tut kirzachi.
- Dva me-e-esyaca, na voe-e-nnyh, - peredraznil Khairulin, - a ty
vozmi nastoyashii kirzovyi sapog, da poidi s nim v sortir k domu
kultury,- on kivnul v storonu otdalennyh ogon'kov poselka,- naklonis'
tam v ochko, da naberi dristnju, polnoe golenishe. Potom spustis' k
mostkam, da bros' ego v rechku-to. - On dovol'no usmehnulsya.
- I chto dalshe ? - sprosil ya. Khairulin yavno ne ozhidal voprosov.
Ogorchenno i kak-to razocharovanno posmotrel on na menya. Vzyav
ivovyi prutik, starik stal mashinal'no obstrugivat' ego svoim
znamenitym nozhom.
Nemnogo pomolchali.
- Chto dal'she, chto dalsh'e ? Nu i eto.. Kak on, poplyvet,
ili kuda ?
- Kuda poplyvet ? - opyat' s glupym vidom sprosil ya, tak i
ne ponyav, k chemu on zateyal etot razgovor.
- A-a, huli tebe, kozlu, obyasnyat', - beznadezhno mahnul rukoi starik.

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