Conditionalis
Deep in reflection, Sancho figured that he had travelled half a mile or more when he noticed something ahead that looked like daylight coming though some kind of openingāthis path, which he regarded as the road to the other world, was to finally lead him out of here.
āServantes, The Ingenious Hidalgo Don Quixote of La Mancha
In nature, there exists a Minsk market, but there is also a market near the HeroĆÆv Dnipra metro station, and one needs to distinguish between the two. The latter one is about a mile and a half from home, but it is nonetheless better to go to that one. One can always get a good deal on cured fat and other homemade delicacies there, which are brought in from the villages and small towns of the Kyiv region. For example: nice, still warm milk; colostrum; and buckwheat honey. Haba never had enough money to buy everything that he wanted, but he did have a system.
If he were to buy a chunk of cured fat this Saturday, then next Saturday, for example, heāll get a ring of sausage and a head of garlic. And, on Friday, heāll pick up some milk that is still warm.
āMy cow isnāt just any cow, itās a sorceress,ā the old yellow man says (thatās how the teacher Zhuangzi probably looked), nodding a request for a cigarette, lighting up, and blowing out some smoke with great satisfaction. āThis cowās grandma was named Mathilde von dāEste. People would say that she was a direct descendent of the Hapsburgs. (Once, I, Zhuang Zhou, dreamt that I was a butterflyāa happy butterfly freely fluttering among the flowers, and I didnāt know thatā¦) 1 This cow did so many good things for our family. We, just so you know, live in Publiieve-ĀNeronove. Itās over thirty-Āseven miles away from Kyiv. But thatās not important. Mathilde turned out to be so wise that, for twenty years in a row, she worked as secretary for the local branch of the Communist Party, ran the library, and served as the head of the local forest ministry for several years. And no surprise thereāblue blood always reveals itself in the end.ā
āThe cow worked as a secretary for the local branch of the Communist Party?ā Haba repeated to himself quite seriously. āIn Publiieve-Neuronove?ā
āFirst of allāthere is no need to say āNeuronove,ā because it makes you think of neurons, which have nothing to do with this. There are no neurons, brother, in this world. Itās fiction, a fake term. Donāt ever mention neurons to anybody. No one in the Kyiv region will understand you.ā
āSo how do you pronounce it?ā
āPubliieve-ĀNeronove. You, perhaps, have heard of the poet, Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso).
āYep, Iāve heard of him.ā Haba nodded. āAnd as for Neron, is it that one?ā
āYes, Nero (Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus), at birthāLucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, between 50 and 54 ADāNero Claudius Caesar Drusus Germanicus. And in our parts (the Kyiv region) he was simply known as Nero. Nero is Nero, the Roman emperor, the last in the Julio-ĀClaudian dynasty.ā
āI donāt see any such town on the map,ā Habinsky said broodingly, looking at his phone.
āThatās what I have been telling you, on the map it exists by its new nameāKlavdiieve-ĀTarasove.2 But everyone knows the old, authentic nameāPubliieve-ĀNeronove.ā
āSo why did they suddenly change the name?ā
āWell, itās because we are undergoing de-communization these days. Someone decided that it sounded too imperialistic. They did, however, maintain the mention of Nero. And itās Klavdiieve because itās the Julio-ĀClaudian dynasty. And they got rid of the Publius part, no matter how hard our old heads argued against it. They were told that one of their own poets is just as good.ā
āDo you have in mindā¦ā 3
āYes, or course, who else would we have in mind. And that is how it turned out a bit weird. But all of the locals continue to refer to it as Publiieve-ĀNeronove.ā
āIāll have to come check it out someday.ā
āHow much do you want, son? Two, three liters?ā the old man asks with hope.
āGive me three.ā
The sun shines clearly and confidently. Habinsky pays the man.
āOk, fine. But how could a cow have worked as a secretary for the party organization, even if it was in Neronove, even if it was in Soviet times? (Lord Yuan of Sung once dreamed about a person with long, tousled hair, who came out of the side door of the hall and saidā¦)ā 4
āSo then,ā the old man counts the money twice and puts them in his greasy, cloth wallet, āeveryone was amazed. People even came from Moscow to see our Mathilde when she was chosen to be a deputy in the Twentieth All-ĀUnion Congress of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Alright then, come by again. I need to start getting out of here.ā
āOk,ā Haba nods, āI gotta go, too. (I am a marine messenger attached to the staff of the River God Hebo. A fisherman, named YĆ¼, has caught me.) 5 You see, I am a refugee. And that is why I believe everything that is told to me. Because I have some experience, too. I can tell you some things as well.ā
āWhat do you have in mind?ā the old man looks at him suspiciously.
āWell, I thought of this while I was listening to you. In my early childhood, you see, early in the morning, the birds had not yet awoken and a cow (which had belonged to my late grandmother Marfa Oleksandrivna) named Haida would enter the orchard in a white shirt and sing Donizetti arias in a high-pitched voice. She was so good at it that dead coalminers crawled out from underground and listened to her for hours. They listened and cried. And that is what is known as art.ā
An unpleasant, difficult pause got stranded in the air.
āYou must be from Donetsk, right?ā
āFrom no other place, but there (having woken up, the Lord Yuan wanted to know what his dream was about. The dream interpreter said: āthis is a numinous turtleā).6
āWell, I can see that.ā The old man picked up his bag and, without saying bye, quickly headed for the bus stop.
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