Schizophrenics have a horse’s heart

Creators and non-creators

– If we are no different from animals, then artists should be born among them, individuals who see the world poetically. How can they express themselves? What is their peculiarity, their isolation from the mass of non-creators?

Yes, they eat them right away. They, probably, instead of chasing prey and fighting with a rival for the right to procreate, compose in their minds, not seeing anything around, odes and hymns or imagine what kind of landscape they could depict. And so they become easy prey. Only humanity can afford the luxury of philanthropy: to feed, water, support people who are useful – like flowers: quickly fading beauty.

Anticobrin

“Do you still have poisonous teeth?”

– I think yes.

– Do a good deed: bite the boss.

– Difficult task. Can’t deal with him. He is tenacious. And always provides for everything. He intoxicates anyone he wants. In addition, they invented a remedy: “Anticobrine”. Instantly neutralizes any poison.

Yes, you can’t just take it. Maybe a sledgehammer to the forehead? Screw it up and be done with it.

Sheep

He. Primitive society. Herd… I don’t want to feel like a submissive sheep, to be on the waiting list for the slaughter!

Friend. A difficult philosophical question: a sheep does not want to feel who she is. She doesn’t want to be what she was born to be. Yes, this is delusions of grandeur!

He. I want to be human, but not stupid, not submissive, not ugly…

Friend. Do you think being human is a less miserable fate? And a less shameful fate? What is given is given. It is what it is. Both ugliness and stupidity. You won’t get away from yourself.

He. Am I like everyone else? Same sheep? Or even worse than a dumb herbivore?

Friend. Not at all. Moderately weak, moderately lustful, moderately disgusting. From what position to judge. To me, you are an old and dear friend. For a young fashion model – an old mushroom. And for millions of inhabitants of the earth – nobody. An unknown substance, a protein that lives out. What this squirrel thinks about is deeply indifferent to millions of gluttons, who care about how to eat and drink more tasty, how to copulate sweeter. Your thoughts and insights are of no interest to anyone, your claims are of no concern to anyone.

He. Am I ridiculous?

Friend. Inappropriate. Like a butterfly that has jumped out of its cocoon prematurely. The deceptive sun barely warmed up … And then – icy gusts of wind, and maybe snow. She, with her fragile wings, is like a bride in a wedding dress among snowdrifts. A fur coat is needed, and she is in chiffon with frills and nylon stockings. They don’t heat up! You were born millions of years premature. When will mankind mature and grow up to the high criteria you have declared. Not to be a sheep… I’m afraid that even after millions of years your aspirations will not come true.

Fish Department

– How do you know everything?

— I work in the fish department.

– So what?

– I wrap the herring in newspapers, at the same time I read it.

living history

– Why did you end up in an elite house?

– Lucky. He was in the hospital with the head of the department of the Polygraphic Institute. And he taught at the Department of Crafts, even before he became the head of the capital’s executive committee. Well, and allowed to build a cooperative on the site of the royal stables. The architectural monument is gone, and our brick box has been piled up. The head of the department got me this apartment.

The warmth of another

They left the office into the corridor.

“Nadya’s grandmother is dying,” Yegor said. – Her father’s mother. They sent me to the hospital. Of course, doctors do nothing, they say: “Eighty-three years, an irreversible process.”

“We need to look for acquaintances,” Dmitry advised.

“That’s not the point,” Yegor continued. – And the fact that this old woman has an adult son – a schizophrenic. The old woman devoted her whole life to him, she did not give him to the clinic. They lived for each other. As they say: each was warmed by the warmth of the other. He cannot be alone. They will not allow him, although his abnormality is not pronounced: he gets tired quickly, sometimes hysterical, but within the limits. So, either send him to a madhouse, or arrange guardianship over him – just like the old woman did in her time. But who needs it, judge for yourself? His brother, Nadya’s father, does not want to take him in. You can understand: such a gift. In addition, they, schizophrenics, have a horse’s heart, and it will be inherited by me, can you imagine?

“It’s a pity to give it to a madhouse,” Dmitry guessed the direction of the conversation.

– That’s it. Yes, and the old woman has to be buried, but I’m afraid of the dead. So I think, maybe I should go somewhere far away for a while?

A real drama, Dmitri thought. “And a way to test true humanity. And I myself could take a crazy relative to me? And, of course, he immediately spat over his shoulder, so as not to jinx it and not to call out – even theoretically. The thought itself was terrible, and he changed the subject of his thoughts.

Binoculars

She is. Close the curtain.

He. What, are you being watched? Spying?

She is. Yeah. Through binoculars.

He. And who?

She is. The guy from across the street. Then he calls and tells what he saw. Yesterday he asked me to meet. He says he studied the routine of my life, he knows that I am alone at home in the evenings. I went to the country for the weekend, he was worried: did something happen?

He. Very dramatic.

She is. Not like with you. You visit once a month.

A month has passed

She is. By the way, the same one came to me with binoculars.

He. Well? AND?

She is. Very nothing. Fixed my ancient radio equipment. Listened to music. Disks. New and old. “Boni M”. He brought his.

He. Does he have a Bonnie M? Sucks! Junk!

She is. He has everything. He is a sound engineer. On the radio.

He. How old is he?

She is. Thirty.

He. Didn’t stay overnight? Gone?

She is. I escorted out. Tired.

He. Yes, “Boney M” in large doses is tiring.

She is. Loneliness is even more exhausting. So maybe we won’t run into each other again. If you want to see me, get binoculars.

Mother

He. When I left home, my mother said: “Son, know that I will accept anyone – bad, unwashed, rejected by everyone … If it’s bad, come.” And it turned out to be so important … When there was a complete out, complete darkness, and everything flew head over heels and into hell, I knew: there is a mother, there is a house where they are waiting for me. And I thought: I’ll send everything away, I’ll go to my mother … This helped me to survive.

Friend. I noticed that even the worst person is transformed when he talks about his mother. I’m not talking about you, of course.

He. I was demobilized from the army, got a job in the city where I served, got hooked, but even a hostel was a little expensive for me. They paid money. And then I met Hope. Coincidentally. I liked it and solved housing problems. But I wanted to start living right away. And I bombarded my mother: “The money came for the wedding.” And he knew: she had nowhere to take it from. And she sent. We walked for glory. And I forgot about it. And when she died, and I came to bury her, her neighbors began to approach me and embarrassedly say that she owes them. Not much, but it should. I asked: “Where are the debts from?” And they: “So she collected for your wedding. She squirmed, gave, denied herself everything. I almost paid off.” I was burned, by this time I was already making decent money. And she died horribly. Lost her memory. She left the house in winter in slippers. Frostbite. They called me, I came, but it was impossible to save. I didn’t like doctors. Never contacted. I thought: the reason for everything that happens to a person is in himself. If he is sick, it is for his sins. And he must get rid of this sin and deal with it himself.