Notes On The Cuff And Other Stories - Plot & Excerpts
THE BOYS IN THE BOX The moon's in a corona. Yuri and I sit on the balcony and look at the canopy of stars. But it doesn't help. In a few hours' time the stars will fade and a ball of fire will flame up overhead. And we'll squirm again like beetles on pins... A high unbroken squeal can be heard through the balcony door. Somewhere at the back of beyond, by the foot of a mountain, in a strange town, a son has been born to starving Slyozkin in an absurdly, bestially cramped room. They have put him on the window-sill in a box with the words: "M-me Marie. Modes et Robes." And he whimpers in the box. Poor child! Poor us, not the child. The mountains have hemmed us in. TableMountain sleeps under the moon. Far, far away in the north lie the endless plains... In the south ravines, precipices, swirling rivers. Somewhere in the west is the sea. Above it shines the Golden Horn... ...Have you seen the flies on Tangle-foot? When the crying stops, we go into the cage. Tomatoes. A little black bread.
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