Untrodden paths. Andrei Shkarubo

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СКАЧАТЬ Well, it’s not up to me to decide who or what time is spent here, but I’m sure they won’t release you until the festival ends and its foreign guests leave the country.

      Dandelion, an old man about 80, addressing Bachkov: Anatoli Sergeevich, could you please give me the keys. I want to weed this flowerbed with dahlias, time permitting.

      Andrei: Time is no problem here.

      Dandelion looks peevishly at Andrei, without saying anything.

      Bachkov: Here they are, Evgeniy Pavlovich. Watch out for the sun: they say it will be hot today.

      Andrei: How did this Dandelion come to be here?

      Bachkov, taking a seat: His sisters handed him over. He has two sisters in Moscow, and he lived with them…

      Andrei: Is he single?

      Bachkov: He is.

      Andrei: Well, what’s the story?

      Bachkov: The story is the usual one: either he got on their nerves, or their children wanted more living space…

      Andrei: Well, he seems mentally quite sound.

      Bachkov: You’d better ask Miroshkin, the late head of the hospital.

      Andrei: Which Miroshkin? Do you mean Professor Miroshkin?

      Bachkov: Yes, professor Miroshkin, our former head of the hospital. Did you know him?

      Andrei: I surely did. He was my forensic expert, diagnosed me as schizophrenic and certified me as non compos mentis, in short, signed and sealed everything the KGB used to frame me.

      Bachkov: Well, it was either him or somebody else: you wouldn’t have avoided it anyway.

      Andrei: Maybe. I’ll only say that prior to Miroshkin they took me to Serbskiy Institute and asked their academician to diagnose and certify me. And he refused…

      So, you say the old bastard has kicked the bucket?

      Bachkov: He died four years ago.

      Andrei: And what did he send the Old Dandelion here for?

      Bachkov: I don’t know. Maybe for a bribe, or maybe he just did a favor. Anyway, during his term the

      Dandelion received sanatorium-like treatment, and had free to access to Miroshkin. The present head of the hospital treats him well too. After all, he’s harmless, poses no problem to us, and he likes flowers. This garden is the result of his work here: those gorgeous flowerbeds under the windows, and these lilac bushes. Incidentally, I put my nose into his case file just to find out something about his background. Well, in his early twenties he graduated from Moscow University, after which there’s not a single record of his work, or anything.

      Andrei: Oh, so the Old Dandelion is a veteran loafer? Why didn’t they try him for parasitism? The first frame they tried to put on me when the authorities decided to put me away was a little charge of parasitism.

      Bachkov: I don’t know. He doesn’t have any criminal record either. Just no record of anything which could tell what his life was. Of course, it’s not as if it were my business. But, it’s curious.

      Andrei: Yeah, if this regime survives after all, my prospects seem as bleak as those of old Dandelion: either take up arms, or live and die outlawed, behind barbed wire.

      Bachkov: What’s wrong with barbed wire? As far as I know, you’ve been living in your Star City behind barbed wire all your life, without any objections.

      Andrei: How do you know? Did you read it in my case files?

      Bachkov: I was taken on a guided tour to your Cosmonaut’s Training Center. I used to be on the all-Russia boxing team, and as a champion was given a chance to see how you live there. I must say lots of people would envy the life behind barbed wire you have!

      Andrei: Oh, really? So what did you find so tempting there? Sausage or foreign-made garb in our shops?

      Bachkov: Well, if so, what’s wrong with it?

      Andrei: Good question. I hope you, as a sportsman, should know that no one gets such things free: some pay for them with their health, some with their lives, and there are some who would readily sell their souls for those comforts. When our commanding fathers decided to lock me up, and ordered criminal charges brought against me, the investigator from our special prosecutor’s office, a rare species of a bastard, told me frankly: «You know I don’t have anything personal against you, but you see, I, too, have health problems. I have gastritis and I need a special dietary country cheese, which I can buy only in Star City, you understand?» I told him sympathetically that oatmeal boiled in water is quite good for the stomach, and he said «Ok, wise guy, I’ll see that you have plenty of it, and for a long time».

      Bachkov: I’d rather move under the shed and play dominoes with the boys, it’s getting too hot here.

      Exits.

      Andrei, grinning: I guess it’s the topic which got too hot for him.

      Victor: He’s the most decent male-nurse we have here. He studies at a medical college, incidentally. There are also two drunkards from the nearby alcoholic ward; as for the third one, I have no idea who he is, but he has the manners of a criminal, and he associates with Sasha’s sort.

      Andrei: To tell you the truth, of the three types you’ve mentioned it’s the «decent» type I trust least. When I got in a psychiatric hospital for the first time and they certified me as non compos mentis, I went on a hunger-strike, demanding a court trial. On its seventh day, the hospital administration ordered me force-fed. And there were two male-nurses on duty that day: a «decent» one, as you say, incidentally, a college student too, and the other, an ex-convict, with two prison terms for burglary. And it was this guy who refused to take part in my force-feeding. So they asked for volunteers among the patients – about two thirds of our ward were criminals, brought either for forensic examination or transferred from psychiatric prisons. Well, none of them volunteered. The two who did came from a «decent» background. So your thesis that morals and ethics begin when scheming ends, I can confirm by my own past experience.

      Victor: Well, what I said was that the human mind cannot foresee all the consequences of human acts, which is why it resorts to such safety rules as morals and ethics. But taking into account that the human mind, as it becomes increasingly ego-centered, quickly turns to scheming, rather than reasoning, I think your way of putting it is quite correct. Moreover, it may be painful for you to hear, but your interpretation is close to

      Lenin’s. He, too, was rather skeptical of the intellectuals’ worth, remarking that they are not the nation’s brain, but rather its bran, or excrement.

      Andrei: I don’t know what he said on that score. Anyway I’m not going to replace Christ’s commandments with class morals, the way he and his gang did.

      Victor: Never say «never», because to some extent he was right on that score too. Of course, the morals of a social class are a poor substitute СКАЧАТЬ