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chairs. The house was so beautiful – a house where the
woman had died with such difficulty… it is difficult to die in
a beautiful house.
I want the lady to stop watching the movie, to never watch
it. What can I do? I can go to her house. I can pretend I
have the wrong address at this late hour, or act like a
beggar.
Now, Anna’s husband wants to catch the pigeon that has
flown into their house. His wife had also taken a similar fall
in the hallway. The husband’s knees tremble and hurt, he is
tired and in despair. Life has stumbled into his house, he
has no strength left. I wonder what my pretty old lady is
thinking – she won’t be able to bear it, this movie is about
her too, either way you look at it. That’s it. The poor thing
won’t make it, I have to save her. I go out, the cat still in my
arms.
I wake up sadder and more tired than regular people, even
the most regular of them. I went to her place in the
evening, naturally. I reached her door. I heard music, the
bitter humming of a cello. I knew the movie by heart, there
was no such music in it, that was Schubert. I pricked my
ears but the cat was not comfortable in my arms and
wanted to escape. I had taken her with me to avoid being
alone in the dark. But she kept spinning like a top, and
purring. She scratched my arms and neck in front of her
door. I patted her, but that made her crazier. It screeched,
jumped out of my arms and ran away. I tried to reach after