Anthology

Chinese Story and Other Tales

Chinese Story and Other Tales

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0806121343

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Book by Pilnyak, Boris, Reck, Vera T., Green, Michael

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most thoroughly; now it lies be­ fore me in a Chinese bowl, soaking in cologne; the cologne has turned brown. . . . On my windowsill— I don’t know how it got there several days ago— lies an apparently newborn, tiny, red, hairless dead bat! I did not brush it off and am watching the sun eat it, really eat it before my very eyes; in a few days only the bones will be left. . . . Damn, it startled me! . . . I was writing, bent over, and I heard a slight noise; I raised my head and saw a big bat; it

I went out on our little terrace, and after coming back I looked over my suits— to see if there was any green mold on them. Our house rests in solemn quiet. Our house stands on the shore of a canal— precisely on the corner where the Nanking Canal merges with a branch of the Yangtze. In the canal, on the water, lie, in rows, hundreds of sampans, small Chinese boats, in which Chinese live. I stood on the terrace; from the three large sampans, those loaded with the dead, came the sweet, suffocating

as numerous and beatings in the streets as common as in China. Europeans live in the Settlement, in the French and British Con­ cessions. Englishmen, Americans, Spaniards, Portuguese, French­ men, Italians, Germans, Russians, Portuguese and Arabian Jews— they are all “foreigners” and “Europeans.” Within the concessions life is different, non-Chinese, protected by different laws and po­ lice. On the gate ofJestfield Park there is a sign “Dogs and Chinese Not Allowed.” Right now in the local papers

tale, learned several languages and while acting as a librarian sat in on courses at the university. The quiet of the library in the university park did not prevent him from emerging from the university as a man who had grasped very well what books had to tell him, had completely (in the same way as that goodly tribe, our own students) rid himself of the daily rou­ tines and conventions, understanding that revolutions were under way in the world, could not but be under way, that his homeland was

walked about noiselessly, people were not agitated, people did not stoop; the walls, covered with posters that had replaced paintings, stood erect; red carpets lay on the floor; at the doors stood men with red stripes on their uniforms. In the study at the far end of the house the heavy cur­ tains were half-drawn, and beyond the windows the street hurried by; a fire was burning in the grate; on the red felt of the desk stood three telephones as if to affirm, in company with the crackling logs in

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