YOU KNOW WHERE A LOTUS SINGS?
In a casino! I sit at a little table with my Beauty in one of casinos of the capital. What is it? Why am I here? On the small semicircular scene there is a singer. She sings about something with inspiration. And I thought I heard:
“I will wake up in some impossible world,
Somewhere between future and past.
On the watch two o'clock,
And a rainy weather not of our century,
A girl from the pier looks on a departing ship.
She moves her shoulders, having been cold from wind...
I love this time, hopelessly love...”
On the watch two o'clock in the morning. We sit in the casino, listening to singers and drink a red wine.
- Listen, Beauty, what are we doing here? Is that a casino? I don't like to play a roulette. Look, am I raving? This casino is in the temple? I understand nothing.
- Maria, what - you absolutely lost your memory? We were invited by one your old friends. We can sit here, eat and drink, and also - listen to some songs.
- Sorry, but it's uninteresting for me. I look for Gray. I want to help her.
- Listen, why do you need Gray! He is a deep drunkard. His hag dumped the prince long ago and found for herself a very rich and well-known one. Now she is all in diamonds. Look, look, there, at this roulette table, with her husband. That's it, and Gray was picked up by some vulgarian. She feeds, pours to him. They say, she gave birth to a child. He raves only at night about all dreams. But in reality he became a most ordinary miser, and his wife is greedy. So - there is a hush. You can do nothing..
- Listen, if you don't have any decision just sit quietly, okey!
I saw the one who took away the Assol's beloved. The predatory eyes, the made-up strong-willed mouth and the hands, disgusting grabby hands. These hands made me sick. A bright paint, a wig, she is all covered with jewelry as a Christmas fir-tree.
"Yes, this woman doesn't differ by high taste. And what is amazing - she has no sense of proportion. How he, an artist and poet in his soul, didn't see it? Is something wrong with his soul? Was there an initial defect? A flaw. It's a pity, very pity" - I thought to myself and changed for a little table in the neighbourhood with the Assol's rival in love to hear her heart.
The playing top turned, and through its noise I heard:
"My God, what is it? One more unhappy person! There is no end to it! Because of this predatory woman everything is mixed up and everybody lost their beloved! I can never untangle this ball!" - I became terribly angry with the whole world.
"Your daddy went on to you since childhood:|
"In life, child, not a main thing the ringing of coins,
In life, child, there are more important things!
In life money - the last thing, it-it!"
But what are these suggestions and what in them for you?
If a prestigious groom suddenly turned up,
And the hour came there a question arose -
Either serious money, or -happiness.
Look back, you became mature,
Agree, you are tired of light's gloss,
lost love, having become respectable,
Admit - your father was right!
You are okey, aren't you - in your thirty seven
You have everything,
except some problems.
You have appearance, manners and favorable marriage,
You have taken yours, but nevertheless - something is lost.
You are taken yours, but you all the time alone.
You have to drink this bowl to the bottom.
You are afraid, but, never mind, you should recognize,
That friends not possible to buy, and not possible to sell love.
But all bird will be wasted if only its claw got stuck,
You will always be with one who has purse,
And everything is more difficult for you with every day, it is the fact,
But you again prolong with yourself the contract.
If you could everything turn aback,
everything pass again,
But only in those days there is no more way,
And only in dreams
Your only boy who remained THERE follows you..."
In the corner there was a table, a man in a white suit of captain sat at it. "A colleague. He will understand me for sure!" - so I thought to myself and approached:
- Listen, captain!
- I am not a captain! I am a singer!
- My God, here is also some confusion. Singer, tell what's the name of that one... rich with husband, that excessive one? You see - this one with bright mouth. She eats meat with blood. Fie, devil!
- Ah, her? Well, who doesn't know her! Her name is Lyuba-Lyubochka-Love.
He smiled somehow strangely and rapaciously. I heard a voice of my poet:
- Really, is Assol for you worse than skin from boots? Did you get out of your mind, all of you? This hag, she is the same love as upas tree - fruit-tree! She is a poison! Here sits my Beauty - she is love. And this one a poison for rats! By the way, Beauty, how should I call you by destiny?
"What is soul, if body is crater!|
Some ridiculous knickknack!..
If Donna Bella promises me a last ecstasy.
If I would be a port poet,
I'd put a couple of words of Lilith.
I would draw her mean, as love.
We will learn to guzzle an ideal
As a skin from boots".
- Call me Carmen.
- Well, singer, did you understand anything?
The singer got confused, reddened, muttered under the nose: "Well, excuse me!" - and got out.
I didn't know what should I do next. On a small scene some criminal songs were sung by Mischa Krug. He childly held his hands lowered along the trunk and sang about a thrown mother and some madam. Yes, dear, you are trying very much try, but you also don't have any answer!
I darted a glance at the friend that invited me in the casino and remembered that his name is Lotus. He was very sexy boy and loved different poses. Once unintentionally he sat in a pose of lotus and since then became a yogi singing in a casino. But it was his secret, in the casino they didn't know about it.
"Lotus, - I sent the thought to him, - may be you know the answer?"
He felt my question and stepped on the stage as coming to a scaffold. A guitar coiled in his hands as a snake. He looked for an answer in rock'n'roll:
The song cut as if with scalpel all my wounds.
"Keep the idler on a short ration|
Day and night, day and night!
Don't allow to the soul be lazy,
So not to boil or pound snow,
Soul is obliged to work
Day and night, day and night..."
“Lotus, I understand. But what suits others doesn't suit her! See, she is other-wordly! Here we need something else! The abnormal zone won't disappear. In our understanding her work is an anomaly. Sorry, I very much respect your music and the song, but...”
Lotus left from the scene. There came out a young composer. I looked him in the eyes. They lit up.
“Well, composer... I am a captain, not a woman now. I have no time for own love. Don't look at me like that! In vain!”
He sang the song about a business woman who can do everything by herself.
“Darling, I know it. But it is not the answer. I look for an answer how to clean out the abnormal zone and to liquidate all the Bermuda Triangles. And you only increase all this. You confused me. Sorry...”
But his look didn't release my thought, and suddenly... a tenderness condescended on the casino, and I got to the paradise of own tenderness, which I let out from my heart by a secret request of the composer. All the men straight away inspired, their cheeks blushed, and they changed their repertoire - from prison music passed to songs about love to woman.
- The men sang. They felt! They began to miss the love of Assol. Now they are fated to look for the only one! And Assol will receive this impulse now, will feel it and become young again!
"I will present a house in Moscow area to you...|
A blue fire in rush,
Native distances were forgotten,
For the first time I do sing of love,
For the first time I renounce rowing."
It seems God helps me! But... the look of beloved involved me in a narrow neck of an unknown vessel, and the familiar feeling of voluptuous captivity held down my consciousness. I froze. Then I fell pain, such a pain! Lotus, where are you? Did you sang for me for this purpose with such pleasure?