# La vita continua авторский перевод, английский, начало 1, 2 глава

Илья Владимирович Собещук

Well that's that, at least he knew where he was going, chose between death and life, he chose life. From that time being had he to identify some other solutions to the issues, than jumping from the roof of a high building. Sometimes the solutions to the issues being identified of its own accord, sometimes it takes the one, whom problems visited, something to do to find the solution.

The depression shows fight. There was no exit out of it as before, but there was intention to exist further. He went downstairs, breathed in summer fresh air, so lovely smelling after the rain, looked up into the sky and sighed. Brooding sadly he was unaware of what come to pass round about. Slap, he heard a thump and got sight of a man of about forty, who had fallen from the roof. The man was grizzly in temples, with a head thinned of hair, dead pale colour, he was dead. Oleg was astonished (that was the name of our hero) by the fact that the man did not utter a sound, while he was falling. There was no blood over the body. Probably, this happened by reason of falling to the green fodder. The same thing might have happened to me, Oleg thought. By little and little some people gathered around the body. Mainly that was old folks, pensioners. Somehow swiftly a militiaman appeared. Probably he hung about, but he hardly could help in any way the man, that was lying without movement and was not breathing. I am breathing, I am living, Oleg thought, and I am standing on the same grass. I am who was about to make the step but stepped back and the one who had made the step. By that moment, pensioners started telling the militiaman, what had happened here in detail, although not a bloody one was there at the moment of the man's falling. On the other hand there was his neighbor, old lady, pensioner, who told the rest that the gone lived alone, his wife left him long ago. According to her story he was a decent body, he was neither a drunkard nor a rip. Someone suggested a theory of murder, and everyone started, full of hops, discussing the suggested theory. The irony of fate, the thought went with a whizz in Oleg's mind, as recently as he was about to act the same way and there now...He went further. Witnesses of the event, that none of them had observed, gathered in body. Oleg went back home. He put a teapot and welded to himself a cup of coffee. Coffee ,coffee, at first it improves one's mood and then the depression comes back with double force, he thought, but any way I will overcome it somehow. It is not easy to put up with loneliness, yet there are people to put up with whom hard twice. His former girl was exactly that way. She had been exhausting him with her high claims, to which he would never correspond. She wanted her boyfriend to become rich and successful, and the main thing was for him to become a subject of her girl-friends. The last thing was not the least for her, which was especially important, but neither he had not yet become rich nor successful. Well, he had not become equal to her expectations at all, and she left. He had not been noticing the way she exhausted him wile they still were together. He loved her, expected that things would straighten up, but the things went different way than he had expected. He lost his job, lost his girl-friend, yet he retained his life. Having taken a sip of hot coffee, he looked out of the window and was knocked of his pins. He saw the wood, the sight of which he always could catch from this window, but there was something else. On a tree bough hung himself up with his own belt a young guy. The guy was pale, with moustaches and dead. Some kind of epidemic of suicides, he thought. He drunk up his cup of coffee, and again plunged into the gloomy thoughts. From entrancement he was pulled out by a sharp, shrill sound of a phone call.

Oleg picked up the phone, he could hear some hissing noise in the receiver, and then, someone on the yonder side, cleared the throat and started talking:


-- I am calling you in reference to your resume. We have received it, have considered it and would like to suggest you to come for an interview?.

-- Oleg asked?

-- - How is your company called, and what kind of job would you like to offer me???

-- - Our company is engaged in investigation abnormal activities. We investigate unusual cases. Is it clear?

-- Oleg nodded assent, recollecting all these cranky seekers of green little men, UFOs that or flying saucers, that is by the way, is not at all an anomaly, and occurs at any scandal of many young and elderly spouses, and other devilry.

-- - Would you become a member of our research group??

-- - What is the object of the investigation that your group is engaged in? - Oleg asked with irony.

-- - I have already told you?

-- - All right, - Oleg calmed down, if he was about to jump from a high roof, and then changed his mind, what the hell is the difference, what to be engaged in. He asked.

-- - What about the salary?

-- - The salary? Not great sum of money, you see, but still it would go a long way and would be quiet sufficient for your needs. If you are interested in our offer, you could come tomorrow at three o'clock to our office, located by the address: Tchitcherin's street 22 apartment 408.??

-- - Well, I will come. Thanks, well, and then see you tomorrow?

-- Oleg hanged up. But tomorrow, all the same, will come for me, he thought. Behind a window has already darkened. Oleg fell facedown to the bed downwards and fell into a deep sleep.

La viva continua 2 The morning still came. All the same, it came, Oleg thought. There came a new day, some new cares, disappointments and, probably, small pleasures. Perhaps, there would be also some new possibilities. Now Oleg thought of, whether any higher education was necessary for his possible potential work, if to be a part of these odd fellows, in general were possible to call some kind of a job. He came to the conclusion that it was not really a job. But, at least, they would pay some money for it, it wouldn't be very much but even quite sufficient that was necessary for him at that moment, as well as to any who is doomed, to earn one's living . His father was not the oil oligarch, and even the businessman of an average success he was not, and, this question with a daily bread was to be solved on his own by earning money. Hiss previous job was socially quite prestigious, but is extreme a coffee-and-cake job. He worked as a teacher in Minsk Linguistic College, as the teacher of Oral Practice of English language. He had worked a year under the contract during which he tried to find out, why for the work on one and a half rate he got such small salaries. It was not possible to find it out, but the college administration managed to solve the problem with the obstinate teacher, simply without having prolonged him the contract. And more than a year he had already been earning as a non-staff translator. It brought him very little money. There were few orders, and his former girl turned to be former. She left him for another man's sake. In the beginning it was very hard. He wanted that she would return, and all would go as it were before. He was humiliating himself before her, having forgotten about pride, begged her to return. But she would never return. There were days, months. Mental anguish went together with them and he still had this mad hope that they would be together again. But it never occurred. He wished he would die. And in attack of despair he came on that roof from which point our narration has begun. Now he recollected, how recently, walking through the city, he met his two former students from the college, where he had worked. Julia and Dasha, two very lovely in every aspect girls. In the beginning, he noticed Julia standing on a porch of the Linguistic University, that in which, he himself was the student once. Julia, the dark-haired girl with grey eyes, smiled to him, he smiled to her, and they started talking. Julia passed an examination in mathematics, as students pass examination in general educational subjects in case it would not be possible to enter the Linguistic University that then not to pass the same examinations, trying to enter any other HIGH SCHOOL. Then Dasha joined them. She had a short lovely hair dress and brown eyes. They talked. Students were talking about this difficult examination in mathematics that they took, talking about their plans for the future. Girls lighted, felt that they were already bothered by the society of the former teacher and politely said goodbye, went something to drink. Oleg came into the nearest cafeteria to drink a cup of coffee, where an elderly woman asked him to give her at least a pair of the Belarusian rubles, complaining that she just was about to go mad, together with the husband. Oleg gave her some money. She asked still more. He gave her a little bit more money and she thanked him and left the place. Oleg's wallet was almost empty. Oleg again felt loneliness and unpleasant feeling that he was avoided by everyone. He recollected, how quickly tired his society the former students, because of that he became even more sad. However, the life is a life. He recollected all that now for some reason. This morning he welded a cup of coffee to himself again, cooked some breakfast begun to eat, switched on the TV set, having stopped a choice on the musical channel. Listening to music, he drank coffee and thought what he would do before this interview. Nobody sent him any orders for translation yet. He had practically forgotten everything that he did, as he spent the days after this attempt of suicide that had not taken place. Probably, it was a shock. He recollected Hemingway, whose attempt of suicide has tragically torn off a life of this talented person, who loved life so much, but for some reasons decided to leave it. Oleg decided to esteem. He read. "To have or not to have?", the book written by Hemingway, the actions of the plot occurs in Cuba. Oleg's father said to him once, that he happened to be in a small house of Hemingway in Cuba when he served in army. Time for the interviews neared. Well, the teacher-loser, welcome in a company of the idiots, who desperately searching for green little men, and from that had become green, he thought, and, having put on in an official style, went for the interview.