Summary Summary Yu. P. Kazakov Adam and Eve
Yu. P. Kazakov
Adam and Eve
Artist Ageev lived in a hotel in the northern city, came here to write fishermen. It was autumn. Above the city, over low brown clouds, drifting clouds from the west over the gray-brown storm-drenched forests, it started to drizzle ten times a day, and the lake rose above the city with a leaden wall. In the morning Ageyev lay for a long time, smoked on an empty stomach, looked at the sky. Waiting for twelve, when the buffet opened, he went down, took brandy and slowly drank, gradually feeling how good it was for him, how he loved everyone and everything – life, people, the city and even rain. Then he went out into the street and wandered about the city for two hours. I went back to the hotel and went to bed. And by the evening he again descended into the restaurant – a huge chapel, which he almost hated.
So Ageyev spent this day, and on the other at two o’clock he went to the station to meet Vika. He came ahead of time,
The steamer approached the island in the evening. There was already a dark, multicolored church. A short dawn burned dully and distantly, it began to get dark. Vika had a stubborn and hurt face. When they came very close, they saw a windmill, a beautiful old hut, granary buildings – all still, empty, museum. Ageev grinned: “Just for me, so to speak – at the forefront.” The hotel on the island was cozy – a stove in the kitchen, three rooms – all empty. The hostess brought the sheets, and smelled good clean linen. Vika with a happy face fell on the bed: “It’s brilliant! My dear Adam, do you like fried potatoes?” Ageyev went out into the street, quietly walked around the church and sat down on the shore of the lake. He was lonely. He sat for a long time and heard Vika go out and look for him. He felt sorry for her, but bitter estrangement, detachment from all descended upon her. He remembered that sick animals are so hidden – they are hammered into an inaccessible wilderness and are treated there by some mysterious grass or die. “Where have you been?” Vika asked when he returned. Ageyev did not answer. They silently had supper and lay down, each on his own bed. They put out the light, but did not go to sleep. “I’ll leave,” said Vika, and Ageyev felt her hating him. “With the first steamer I’ll leave.” “You’re just an egoist.” I thought these two days: who are you? Who, and what do you have? And now I know: an egoist, you talk about the people, about art, and you think about yourself – about anyone, about anyone, about yourself… Why did you call me, why? I know now: to assent you, iron you, huh? no, darling, look for another fool. I am ashamed now, as I ran to the dean’s office, as I lied: Dad is ill… “-” Shut up, you fool! ” Ageyev said sadly, realizing that it was all over. “And roll from here!” He wanted to cry, as in his childhood, but he could not cry for a long time.
The next morning Ageev took a boat and swam away to a neighboring island to the store. I bought a bottle of vodka, cigarettes, snack. “It’s great, brother,” the local fisherman called to him, “the artist? From the island?” Then come to our team. “We love artists, and we have nothing to lose, we’ll feed you with your ear. for the whole night. ” “I’ll definitely come!” said Ageyev happily. Ageyev returned in complete silence and calm. From the east a rain cloud rose almost black against the wall, from the west the sun was pouring its last light, and all the island, the church, the mill illuminated by it – seemed ominous-red against the cloudy sky. Far on the horizon hung a rainbow, And Ageev suddenly felt that he wanted to draw.
In the hotel he saw the things Viki already collected. Ageev quaked in the shower, but he said nothing and began to lay out cardboard boxes, tubes with paint, and brush over the windowsills and beds. Vika looked with surprise. Then he took out vodka: “Will we have a goodbye?” Vika left her stack. Her face trembled. Ageev got up and went to the window… On the wharf they left already in the dark. Ageyev tramped near Vika, then walked away, climbed higher to the shore. Suddenly a sigh rushed through the sky – the stars trembled, fluttered. Because of the dumb blackness of the church, the rays of light, the light bluish-golden northern lights fluttered, compressed and swollen. And when it flared up, everything began to glow: water, shore, stones, wet grass. Ageyev suddenly felt with his feet and heart how the earth turned, and on this earth, on an island under an infinite sky, he was, and from it she left. From Eve left Eve. “Did you see the northern lights? Is that it, yes?” Vika asked when he returned to the pier. “I saw,” Ageev answered and coughed. The ship approached. “Well, come on,” said Ageyev and patted her on the shoulder. “Happy!” His lips trembled. “Goodbye!” – she said, and without looking back, went up to the deck…
Having smoked and stood up, he went to a warm hotel and Ageyev. The northern lights were still flashing, but already weak, and it was the same color – white.
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