Mephistophelés
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- Eylül 10, 2012
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'I'm really not a beast,' Nikolai says. 'I used to write poetry. My wife and I used to write together, in front of the fire on our leopard skin rug. We are both poets, essentially.'
Steve scribbles something in his notebook and looks up at Nikolai. 'Do you no longer write poetry?' he asks.
Nikolai puffs his cheeks and blows air through his mouth. He looks to the ceiling as he thinks. 'We haven't written anything for a time now,' he says. 'Not for some time.'
'It is not my own opinion that you are a beast, by the way.' Steve smiles.
'You have very nice teeth,' Nikolai says. 'And I never said that you said that I was a beast. It is them. It is what they call me.'
'Who are they?'
'They are them.' Nikolai cradles his coffee mug between giant thumb and giant forefinger. 'There you go,' he says. 'There's some poetry for you.'
Steve laughs. 'You talk of them with contempt. Whoever they are.'
'The Beast From The East. It is they who invented the name.'
Steve stops laughing and scribbles once again in his notebook. 'You don't like the name?'
'I don't.'
'Why?'
'Because I ** not a beast, and because St. Petersburg is in the west of Russia, not the east.'
Steve laughs again, and once more writes in his notebook.
'Would you say, then, that Russia is at the centre of the world?'
Now it is Nikolai's turn to laugh. 'Yes,' he says. 'I would.'
'May I suggest a reason as to why they've given you that nickname?' Steve asks.
By,Sam Oborne
Steve scribbles something in his notebook and looks up at Nikolai. 'Do you no longer write poetry?' he asks.
Nikolai puffs his cheeks and blows air through his mouth. He looks to the ceiling as he thinks. 'We haven't written anything for a time now,' he says. 'Not for some time.'
'It is not my own opinion that you are a beast, by the way.' Steve smiles.
'You have very nice teeth,' Nikolai says. 'And I never said that you said that I was a beast. It is them. It is what they call me.'
'Who are they?'
'They are them.' Nikolai cradles his coffee mug between giant thumb and giant forefinger. 'There you go,' he says. 'There's some poetry for you.'
Steve laughs. 'You talk of them with contempt. Whoever they are.'
'The Beast From The East. It is they who invented the name.'
Steve stops laughing and scribbles once again in his notebook. 'You don't like the name?'
'I don't.'
'Why?'
'Because I ** not a beast, and because St. Petersburg is in the west of Russia, not the east.'
Steve laughs again, and once more writes in his notebook.
'Would you say, then, that Russia is at the centre of the world?'
Now it is Nikolai's turn to laugh. 'Yes,' he says. 'I would.'
'May I suggest a reason as to why they've given you that nickname?' Steve asks.
By,Sam Oborne