Mara and Dann. Doris Lessing

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СКАЧАТЬ nothing had lived, not even a frog or toad. Again they bathed and splashed and drank and filled the cans, and went up among rocks high above the ridge, some distance from the fall, which was whispering its way down – though once that waterfall had been half a mile wide, for where they stopped for the night the stains of water were on the rocks around them, and were so smooth from old water they had to be careful not to slip on them. The light had not yet gone. They sat looking down over where they had come, and saw how the fires were raging away, but going south, away from them. She could not see the village, though it could not be very far – they had been walking slowly because of her weakness. It was all blackened country, and smoke was rising in places from a slow-burning log, or from a pile of bones. She tried to see the hills near the village where the old cities were but they were only a faint blue line away in the smoke. The wind had changed again: no black smuts were falling on them.

      She mixed flour with water and again cooked cakes on the rocks. Then they ate another root. Very little flour left now, and eight yellow roots.

      ‘Up on the top there’s more food,’ he said. And he took out his little bag of greyish coins and laid them out and counted them. ‘We won’t be able to buy much with that,’ he said. And then he stayed, squatting, brooding over the coins, resting lightly on his knuckles, his other hand stirring the coins around. ‘I’ve been thinking, Mara. It’s that gold. The trouble is, how are we going to change those coins? Let’s have a look at them.’ She brought out her bag of gold coins and spread them out on the rock.

      ‘You know, I’ve never heard about these except as a sort of joke. “As good as gold.” “More precious than gold.” “It’s a gold mine.” But the more I think about it, I remember that it is used. But only by the rich people and that’s why I didn’t think at first …’ He sat stirring his fingers now in the gold coins. ‘They’d kill us if they knew we had these,’ he said.

      ‘If we can’t change them, then how are we going to eat?’

      ‘I didn’t say we couldn’t.’ He sat, frowning, thinking.

      The little coins lay shining there, and when she touched one it was already hot from the rock.

      ‘With one of these you could buy a big house,’ he said.

      ‘Oh Dann, let’s buy a house and live in it – somewhere there’s water all the time.’

      ‘You don’t understand, Mara.’

      Well, she knew she didn’t, and she felt she must have heard this many times already: You don’t understand. ‘Then begin telling me,’ she said.

      They were crouching face to face, coins, the gold ones and ugly, thin, grey ones, on a big stone between them, and even up here on a dried up hillside that seemed quite deserted, he lowered his voice.

      He took up a big stick and began drawing in the dust between stones. He drew a big shape, longer than wide, and on one side it bulged right out, so that it was like a fat-stemmed throwing stick.

      ‘That’s the world,’ he said. ‘It is all earth, with sea around it.’

      ‘The world’ floated up easily into Mara’s mind from long-ago lessons with her parents. ‘The world is bigger than that,’ she said. ‘The world has a lot of pieces of land with water between them.’

      He leaned forward, peering into her face. He seemed frightened. ‘How do you know? Who told you? We are not supposed to know anything.’

      ‘We were taught all that. I was, but you were too little. Our parents told us.’

      ‘But how did they know? Who told them? They don’t tell us anything. They want us to think that what we have is all there is. Like rock rabbits thinking their little hill is everything.’ The sneer was back in his voice.

      ‘It’s this shape you’ve drawn. I remember it. It is called Ifrik. And it is the piece of earth we live on. Where are we on it? – that’s what I’d like to know.’

      He pointed in the middle, well below the bulging out bit.

      ‘And how far away is Rustam from here?’

      He pointed a little distance down, and then put two fingers, almost together, one where he said they were and one where Rustam was.

      She felt that she had really become as small and as unimportant as a beetle. In her mind the journey from Rustam was a long one, a change from one kind of life to a completely different one; and now all that had become – because of those two fingers of his, held with a tiny space between them – nothing very much, and she was nothing much too.

      But she held herself steady and said, ‘I remember they said that Ifrik was very big. And where are we going tomorrow?’

      ‘Tomorrow and the next day and the next …’ He held his fingers the same tiny distance apart, but now on the opposite side of where he had said they were.

      ‘And that is north?’

      ‘It is north. But the real North is …’ And, excited, he pointed to the very top of the space or shape he had drawn.

      ‘If it has taken us so long to come such a little way then how long to get North?’

      ‘Why long? It’s been two days.’

      ‘But …’ she was thinking of that journey by night away from Rustam and knew that he wasn’t. And probably couldn’t.

      ‘From here, going north, it will get better.’

      ‘And if we were going south, instead, it would be worse?’

      ‘Worse, until we got to the very bottom, here …’ and he pointed to the bottom of Ifrik. ‘There are high mountains, and then there is water and green.’

      ‘So why aren’t we going south?’

      ‘We’d die trying to get there. Besides, when everything started to dry up and the deserts began, then a lot of the people travelled south, crowds of people, like those earth insects today; everyone went down and down and then through the mountains. But the people there didn’t want them, there wasn’t enough water and food for everyone. There was a war. And all the people from the high, dry lands were killed – because they were weakened by the travelling.’

      ‘All killed?’

      ‘So they say.’

      ‘And when was this?’

      ‘Before we were born. When the rains began to stop, and there was no food, and the wars began.’

      ‘Daima ran away from a war. That was a long time before we were born.’

      There was a silence then, with the sun going down in its dusty red, the shadows dark and warm between the rocks, the little tinkling of the waterfall.

      ‘I don’t see how we are going to stay alive,’ she said.

      ‘I’ve stayed alive, haven’t I? I know how to. You’ll see. But we have to be careful all the time.’ He looked again at the gold coins, thinking. Then he said, ‘Give me two of those strips of cloth you have.’

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