Cruel City. Mongo Beti
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Название: Cruel City

Автор: Mongo Beti

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Global African Voices

isbn: 9780253008305

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СКАЧАТЬ an instant before he would catch himself, knowing that his sister was watching.

      A siren sounded in the distance. He turned around nonchalantly, walked toward the little wooden table to pick up his old hat, and noted that it had been set. His sister, now leaning against the wall, watched him from the corner of her eye, questioningly. He took the lead:

      “Odilia, my sister!”

      “Hmm,” she grudgingly said.

      Perhaps he was going to talk about some inane topic in order to hide his true feelings?

      “Odilia,” he started again, “how am I to understand this? It’s been ages since we had any money and yet we eat. How do you do it, little sister?” He was laughing heartily.

      “The surrounding villages are full of good people,” she answered, deliberately avoiding the question.

      “One has to believe that some divine providence is watching over the poor Black folks,” he noted in lieu of a comment, as he ate. “Of course food isn’t really a problem: you could always go back to the village to get it. Besides, I don’t give a damn; I’ve gone weeks without chewing on a thing, just drinking water. You, on the other hand, have to eat and eat well . . .” He paused, perhaps because he ate fast in order not to be late and his mouth was too full, or perhaps because he was scared of saying too much. She looked at him suspiciously. That dream! Did he really look as if he were going to die today? She tried to picture his face frozen in a death mask—she couldn’t do it. No, it wasn’t possible, she told herself. There was nothing resembling a dead body in him! What silliness to believe in dreams. Still, though she could tell herself it was stupid, her mind drifted back to the idea anyway. She felt like crying until her heart broke, as she had last night in her dream . . .

      “I’ll soon find work with someone nicer than that T. . . . But I just can’t leave him like that.”

      “And why not?” she begged, with tears in her eyes.

      “No! Never!” he cried out banging his fists against the table. “If people start paying us only when and if they feel like it, how, I ask you, are we going to live? Oh, he’ll pay! He’ll have to show up. Oh, heck! Why talk about this here? . . .”

      She leaned deliberately against the wall, facing her brother. One could make out a glow of defiance in her gaze.

      “Beware, Koumé,” she warned. “You’ve never been prudent. You think you’ll always make do as you have in the past, isn’t that right? I’m not so sure. Be careful! Your Mr. T. is friends with the police commissioner . . .”

      “I know. But don’t forget that I have my own friends.”

      He had gotten up. He put on the old hat that gave him an impersonal look, made him look just like millions of his compatriots.

      “My little Odilia, know this: we have the numbers and we are in the right.”

      “Others before you have had those things. Don’t you have eyes?”

      He was kidding. He loved to tease his “kid sister,” as he called her. He was smiling, relaxed.

      One couldn’t have guessed that he was working out various plans in his mind.

      “Are you going to harm him?”

      Caught unprepared, he turned around suddenly, his lips trembling, haggard, taken aback like a boxer who’s just received a low blow. He hesitated to answer.

      “No,” he finally ventured, without much conviction. And as if his conscience bothered him, he added: “What are you worried about? Leave it be; this is boys’ business. You’ll find out . . .”

      He stopped on the doorway, whistling, as if it were any other fine day. He turned to his sister one last time and said, “Goodbye, little sister. Don’t worry. I know how to handle dust-ups with bastards like T. . . .”

      And he disappeared.

      This wasn’t just idle talk. He really believed what he said.

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