Translated material
After you
Recently I got into the apartment, which was rented out immediately after the death of the owner. A huge launched apartment with a black move.
The new owners are very distant and, apparently, very greedy relatives. They did not endure anything, did not remove, did not try to save. And living in such an atmosphere was strange - without permission to touch everything as if the owner went into the bakery.
At first it seemed that someone would return, see me and say the head teacher in the voice: what are you doing here? But no, no one came. Near the TV, a skein of a muline. Buttons in a vase. Czech multi -colored glasses, beautiful, but former in constant operation - they clearly often drank wine from them. Behind glass is a photograph of an imported girl in a mantle and a hat with a brush. In the pantry, neatly packed winter coats and boots like a bot. Fresh calendars in all rooms are shuttle, tear-off, wall-mounted, just some kind of mania. Then they followed the time. In the kitchen in the locker, the unfinished vitamins of the "coral club". Here they were going to live long and comfortable. No medicine - no one was sick.
The hostess lived alone in three rooms. In the bathroom, a kitteen shampoo. Everywhere a strong cat spirit. The cats here were in the royal position, and, apparently, their crowd pushed after the coffin. And a great library. Not decorative when the pages are glued, but the books are selected in color and height. And such a lively, reading, a replenished library can be seen all his life, for pleasure, without snobbery. And the albums of Filonov, and Chinese philosophy and Chase with Ustinova.
And many, many books about the grandfather of the mistress of the apartment. Thick-intelligent, much thicker than the Bible. In several languages. Everywhere about his worldly communist significance, his genius and gratitude of the peoples for his acts. And so I came from the street, and if there was a fireplace, I could maintain fire with this waste paper. Then there would be at least some benefit from her.
What remains of this person? Moscow apartment, renting out of which distant relatives may no longer work.
Damn, you can die at any moment, and nothing of what was dear to you will be dear to anyone. Yes, there are children, but they do not need anything mine. They will have their own. Lord, all that is in our life is material - all these are such trifles, such funny and minor things. Yes, and we ourselves ...
It turned out that so far I had a hope for immortality. )
And now I will never save anything, equip and think about "later." It is impossible to equip life once and for all, it can only continue day after day. And to save - only impressions, to live - only now, so that there was something to remember when nothing will happen. They showed me what happens later. Nothing. Alien people just come, trample your tracks and cook coffee in your Turk.