Бесплатный фрагмент - Hell called life

Words of gratitude.

Thank you to everyone who will read my work. Since this is my first work, it may not be interesting or clear in some places, but I will try to improve it and write a better work in the future. It’s a little short, because I thought for the first time it’s worth writing as well and briefly as I can. I also want to thank those who supported me. My teacher, Dr. Giuseppi Chiaramonte, who motivated me to do this. And my classmates, who gave me advice. Thank you, I probably wouldn’t have written anything without you.

Enjoy reading to all readers. With thanks Mortuus Somniator

The roof of a high-rise building. A guy in his 20s or 25s looks at his watch. 16:59:59. The guy sighs and looks around. At this moment, a completely black cat runs up to him and sits down next to him. The guy smiles and pats the cat and says, «Maybe I’m crazy. Well, this is not surprising, because for the first time in so many years to see a cat which is similar to my». After stroking the cat for a while in absolute silence, the guy looks at the cat and says with despair:" This is completely crazy, but listen to my story before I decide what to do next. After all, I’m afraid that all this is my sick imagination». After these words, the guy thoughtfully turns around in the direction of the city, which is full of tall multi-storey buildings, and says: «So where should I start. Hmm. I think it’s worth mentioning that, once thought about suicide, but after everything got better, I started to enjoy life. Until things went downhill». With these words, he began his story in the company of a cat and tall skyscrapers that stretched up to the clouds.

«Thinking about when it all started, I came to the conclusion that most likely it was on that unremarkable day when Professor Samuel Richard was giving his next lecture on philosophy. I remember it was Monday morning. A half-empty classroom with a few sleepy students who didn’t listen to the professor, not a tall, neat old man in his seventies with a bald spot on his head, a short white beard and a rather large belly, although his lectures were not the most interesting, but I liked his view of the world so I tried to attend each of his lectures. That day, while explaining to us another lecture about the value of life and its brevity, although it seems to us that this is not the case, the professor turned to us with a question about how we see life, how it is associated for us. A few minutes later, he began to listen to everyone’s opinion, someone said that it looked like a movie, and someone like an hourglass, there were also those who agreed in their views, and now it was my turn. I replied that I did not have a specific association, but I can say that it looks like a river that flows into the ocean, where it finishes its journey. After listening to our responses, he said that our answers are correct, but at the same time they are not, because everyone has their own views on life, on its correctness, and only he is responsible for it, so there is no need to argue about the correctness of one or another person’s view of life. After these words, I asked the professor to answer his own question, because I was wondering what life is associated with for a professor who has lived quite a long life and has, in my opinion, a deep knowledge of philosophy. After my question, professor wiped his glasses and looked at us, saying: " Life for me is like an album that contains photos from every second of my life, and although it contains more than a thousand photos, it is insignificant compared to the history of mankind, but at the same time it is very valuable to me, after all, someday there will come a day when it will run out of pages capturing the last photo. Therefore, you should try to fill the pages of your album with joy, so that at the end you don’t regret viewing your album called life». On that note, he ended his lecture. Who could have guessed that this would be the last lecture of professor, which I have visited.

Then the day passed like all the others, the pairs were just as tedious and monotonous. After finishing my classes, I rushed into my deserted one-room apartment, which I have been renting for the second year in a row, as much as I would like to return home, it was not possible, because we had to sell it after my father died. Well, I sometimes think that, that apartment was not so bad, because at least I was not alone in it, my furry friend lived with me, the same black cat with golden eyes. So, I’ve gone off topic. So on that day, when I came home from university, the first thing I did was feed «Cupid», as I called my cat, had lunch, and went to work in a hurry, but as always I was late. After listening once again to a portion of not very pleasant words from the boss for being late, I started my daily routine. By the way, although I worked every day until late, to be honest, they paid me pennies for which I barely dragged my existence, but compared to my previous job as a waiter in a cafe, it was easier and quieter in a supermarket warehouse, because I just had to sort new goods in places. After finishing my shift, I went to have a snack, then went home, at home, as always, «Cupid» was waiting for me, I fed her, played a little and went to bed, because the next day I had to go to the institute.