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.
Oleg started to get angry with himself, with this mad man and with the whole world. He went to the door.
The door opened. Automatics, Oleg thought and he went home at a great lick. Well, well, all the same I am still an unemployed with rare orders for translation of any kind of documents. The crisis. Oleg thought. Probably, it was necessary to work as a not qualified worker somewhere. Again that is the way the things are and again problems. If he had jumped from a roof, would be lying the same way just as that man, who was lying in the grass, dead and pacified. Oleg was angry; more likely, he was enraged. Then he calmed down a little bit and plunged again into that viscous, as if a bog depression. That moment he was trying not to think about anything. Then he did not go home, but he went to the wood. He ducked a curtsy on a snag, closed his eyes. He wished he would die this very moment. When he opened his eyes he would not believe what he could see. Something shaggy, low, chisel colour, rolling over from a foot on a foot and swinging shaggy hands, moved downhill. The being reminded some kind of a children's clockwork toy, only the growth of the thing was much higher than of toys and much more below the average person. Oleg has hastened behind this being. It was slowly disappearing behind a slope, and as if it were evaporated. The roof goes slowly, with silently slate rustling? (meaning that he started to lose his mind) - The children's proverb in Oleg's consciousness was carried by. Probably, the madness is infectious, - he solved. What further? - He asked himself, - Flying pink elephants and whistling cancers? It would be necessary to talk to a psychiatrist if something like that would again appear before his eyes. He did not go to the psychiatrist, and just came back home and went to sleep, although till the moment when the night would come, was still very far. He got awake about 12 o'clock in the evenings. He opened his eyes, and saw what should not be seen agreedable to the common sense. On the brink of his bed the being of chisel colour, sat, more likely, it reminded the brown dwarf with humanlike lines, but nevertheless differing from any person considerably enough. The being was not similar to green little men, was rather like any spiteful dwarf from a fairy tale, by whom children are usually frighten. The being grinned. Oleg throw at it one of his slippers. The being has dexterously evaded the throw, and, having jumped out from the open window, that was opened earlier by Oleg because of the heat of the day, and climbed in a drainpipe. With some strange roar got down downwards in a drainpipe and, having got out outside, quickly enough and it run somewhere dexterously. The next day Oleg visited the psychiatrist. The doctor did not find that Oleg had any deviations from the norm, and all his visions he explained by some emotional shocks and the nervous overstrain. He advised Oleg to spend more time in the nature environment, prescribed some sedatives. Having listened to a doctor's advice, Oleg followed all the doctor's councils. The next day he spent in the wood. Somewhere at about noon he saw a white figure as if, someone had thrown white bed sheet over himself, somewhere in the distance. The figure straightened the hands reminding from apart, wings and, disappeared. The devil's stress, Oleg was enraged. If, I would tell anybody about this, they would send me to a mental hospital till the end of my days. And he did not like the idea at all. Oleg hastened home. Has drunk sedatives, and, calmed down a little bit. The devil's loony, he was angry with himself, and then the depression came again. In his life everything occurred just exactly opposite to what he had expected from it. It would be impossible to tell that he waited from his destiny too much, but even that little, that he expected from his life, and that the majority of people have, he had not received from a life yet. In the novel by Charles Dickens "Great expectations?", where the main character expects from his life too much, and he got at the end what everything he so desperately had been longing for, nevertheless he receives it, but everything occurred the other way than he expected it could happen, and he got it without having avoided sufferings. Oleg suffered, as well as many of us, he also had not avoided the sufferings, but he still got nothing from his life from what he had expected to get, and he did not yet receive anything from it. Sometimes it seemed to him that he punches some kind of an invisible wall all his life, but it remains firm and unshakable as if it where a rock, absorbing all his violent and desperate efforts. The night came. This time he saw a flying, burning torch from a window. The torch flied, so as if someone invisible held it and, flying up more closer, considered the inhabitants of the house who were engaged in by the daily affairs. Here he has noticed on other balcony astonished faces of the company of young children, they were telling each other something and showing towards a torch direction. It means that I am not the only one who can see that. Oleg was surprised. What is it? The collective psychosis? What kind of the devilry is created? And what was before? Hallucinations or was it real? It is necessary to find out about all this. He decided to visit that cranky again. But in the beginning it was necessary to arrange a meeting. Telephone number of that odd fellow was defined in its phone. Oleg called.
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