There were
mountains all round – big, beautiful mountains with snow of them. And wood, very big and dark forest. The snow
was falling silently. It was a nice day. Trees rustled gently with their
branches. The grass, bogs, sheltered caves – everything was white.
On the edge of
the forest, by a stream was standing a young girl. She had dark, straight hair
and dark eyes too. She looked dejected.
“I must do it,”
thought the girl.
“I must do
it!” she screamed.
But nobody
heard her. This place was away from civilization. No buildings, no sounds of
people, no telegraphic pules – nothing. Only “a sound of nature”. She was
alone.
“Always I am
rather alone,” she said.
“I can’t live
in this world. I want to die. To die for… I want, but I can’t – I’m too weak…”
around shadow
shadow of tree
and roses are
without petals
– pushed winter
snowy around
wind everything
scatters
– dead
love tails off
pushed silence
dark sky
grey clouds
– rain
I pierce
through pity
sorrow assaults
me
kills
– I escape
Suddenly… everything
came to a standstill… birds got silent… trees rustled threateningly…
through needles
dead plants
blood of resin
vampires of wood
– fear
In the same
time appeared the Death. The girl was scared, but smiled
“Good
afternoon,” she told her. “I’ve been
waiting for You”.
“Really?” the
Death answered.
“Yes.”
“Can you hear
an owl hooting?” asked the Death.
“Yes…”
“All these
birds chirping and screeching… What’s your favourite song?”
“Fear of the
dark,” she whispered.
Flash of
lighting. Thunder and the Death started singing this song:
“I
am a man who walks alone
And when I’m walking a
dark road
At night…”[i]
“Stopped!” The
girl shouted and started crying.
“Never!” the
Death answered.
“Please,” she
was crying. “Please”
“…when
the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange…”[ii]
“I hate this
world,” she screamed. “I hate everybody…
I hate… I want to kill… - no!”
escape
permitted
but
no
I
can’t
I
must stay
– darkness
The Death
started laughing.
“Have a nice
walk,” the Death told her.
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