The writing
Approximately in the middle of the XII century in Europe, a new cultural movement is gradually gaining strength - the Renaissance, or the Renaissance. At the origins of this movement was Dante Alighieri. Some literary historians consider him both a representative of the Middle Ages and the first of the titans of the Renaissance. An unprepared reader may wonder: why is this majestic, but not entertaining work called a "comedy"? The answer is simple. In the time of Dante, comedy was called not only funny, but in general any dramatic spectacle. The Divine Comedy is an unusually harmonious creation. From a technical point of view, his poetics is still considered unsurpassed. "The Divine Comedy" consists of three parts - "Hell", "Purgatory" and "Paradise".
The main protagonist of the "comedy" is Dante himself and his guide Virgil, an ancient Roman poet who is considered one of the first pagans who accepted the Christian idea. The dream of the great Italian was to lead all the disadvantaged to happiness. Dante decided to do this own example. He leads his characters and the reader through all the circles of Hell, through Purgatory to Paradise. The author thus demonstrated the path for all mankind to the salvation of the soul. To understand the meaning of the Divine Comedy, it is important that Dante highlights in it deep meaning being, its three-layer composition: personal life drama, the natural world, the history of mankind. Thus, the author addressed not only his contemporaries, but also individual descendants. The journey through the beyond begins with Hell. First, Dante describes the gloomy forest, which he associates with the then Italy. Dante considered the main misfortune of his contemporaries to be selfishness, pride, a tendency to violence, excessive attachment to earthly pleasures. Three animals - a panther, a lion and a she-wolf, which appear before him, consistently symbolize human vices. One of the pinnacles of world literature is the description of the nine circles of Hell. Above the gates of hell - a gloomy inscription:
* “Nothing lasts forever, but I - for centuries.
* Abandon hope, ye who descend here.
These lines remind us that human life, deprived of all hopes, turns into a real hell. Dante repeatedly emphasizes that the deeper sin penetrates the human soul, the more terrible the punishment that awaits it. Therefore, in the first circle of Hell are unbaptized babies and virtuous non-Christians, in the second - adulterers, in the third - gluttons, in the fourth - misers and embezzlers, in the fifth - irascible, in the sixth - heretics, in the seventh - rapists, in the eighth - deceivers. , pimps, seducers, flatterers, blasphemers, sorcerers, bribe-takers, hypocrites, crafty advisers, minions of debauchery, workers of false metals, people, money and words, in the ninth - all traitors, led by Judas, Brutus and Cassius. Dante believes that a person who in his actions is not guided by faith, hope and love, throws himself into hell even during earthly life. After Hell, Dante's road lies through Purgatory. There he climbs the mountain and finds what humanity has lost, that is, conscience and free will.
The third part of the Divine Comedy opens the reader new world full of beauty and kindness. On the banks of the Holy Radiant River, fiery flowers are blazing - the souls of the righteous. Above is the throne of God. It seems to cover the entire universe. Further, the soul is led by "love that moves the sun and the luminaries."
Dante comes to understand that the world is driven by love. It is she who determines the harmony of the universe. Dante himself considered the Divine Comedy to be a creation illuminated by high society. The main goal of mankind, according to the author, is the liberation from the chains of vices, which in the end will lead to a complete merger of human and divine beginnings in the human personality.
The name Dante is a symbolic designation of the most precious achievements of the culture of our time, its synthetic image, which determines and predicts its character, essence and direction. Dante is first of all a poet, the author of "New Life" and "Divine Comedy", "Feast" and "Poems". The brilliant poet was a thinker, scientist and politician. Dante's scholarship was valued by his contemporaries no less than the merits of his poetic works. The poetic glory of Dante is based on the grandiose building of the Divine Comedy.
Dante wrote the Divine Comedy for almost fourteen years. The word "divine" was added by admirers after the death of the author. For Dante, it was a comedy, connecting the sublime with the mundane and trivial. In addition, the "Divine Comedy" is a sacred poem that tells about the revelations of unearthly existence. Dante pursued instructive goals and wrote a work not only ethical and religious, but also scientific. The ghostly scientific constructions of Dante turned out to be capacious and capable of containing an amazing spiritual originality. Therefore, at the same time, The Divine Comedy is also a very personal work that deals with eternal love.
Dante creatively felt the organic unity of the world. The feeling of the whole universe as a living whole allowed Dante to look at the world, for him there is no difference between "small" and "great" Florence. For the poet, the “soulless face” of nature and the human world are one and tightly connected with each other. The evil that rises from the deaf recesses of the soul is the very evil that undermines from within the beautiful center of the divine fruit - the Universe. The covetous man, according to Dante, is guilty in the same way as the rapist and the libertine who deviate from the ways and directions of nature. As life experience revealed to Dante the disgusting picture of the fall of man, the need to save the world became more and more clear to him. And the poet wanted to inform everyone about the impending disaster and sounded the alarm, revealing to everyone his well-thought-out and strictly calculated picture and system of worldly and human affairs.
The Divine Comedy consists of three parts: Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. Dante inquisitively and inquisitively studied the problems of natural science, embraced with his understanding all the forms physical world and combined these interests with the most fearless flights of fancy. He built the Divine Comedy as an adventure novel, the action of which develops in unknown countries. Dante very accurately describes all the little things and details of the path. Soil changes, descents, stairs, rocks, paths and passages are outlined by the author in such a way that the reader does not have any doubts about the reality of what is depicted.
In the first circle of hell there is no torment, but only quiet sadness and sighs. Here are the souls of virtuous non-Christians and unbaptized babies, heroes Ancient Greece and Rome. Here, in a bright, cozy place, Dante meets the majestic shadows of Homer, Ovid, Horace, Lucan, and the spirit of Virgil constantly lives here. Dante places here, together with the heroes of the Trojan War and Julius Caesar, the spirit of Sultan Saladin, who fought with the Crusaders.
Real hell begins with the second circle, in which the whirlwind drives the souls of those guilty of voluptuousness. Here, in the fifth song, one of the most touching moments of world poetry is the story of the unhappy love of Paolo and Francesca. And although Dante, as a Christian, should have condemned the lovers, the whole narrative is imbued with sympathy that cannot be expressed.
He sympathizes with Dante and the glutton Chacko, who is in a stinking swamp under cold rain in the next, third round. It is Chacko who predicts Dante's future exile. The next fourth and fifth rounds (mean and squandering, angry) seem to have been successfully completed. But before the sixth circle - the fiery city, where the deep hell begins, in which the worst sinners are punished, Dante and his guide have to stop. Only a messenger from heaven comes to the rescue and opens the gate for them. Here, in the sixth circle of hell, heretics.
Violence is punished in the three lowest circles. In the seventh circle of Hell - violence against the neighbor and over his property (tyrants, murderers, robbers), over oneself (suicides and spendthrifts), over the deity (blasphemers), over the nature (sodomites), over the nature and art (the covetous). In the eighth - those who deceived those who did not trust (pimps and seducers, flatterers). In the ninth - those who deceived those who trusted (traitors of relatives, motherland and like-minded people, friends and companions, benefactors, majesty of God and man). Since only conscious beings can deceive, these sins are more serious than violence. This is where Dante places the corrupt popes. And, finally, in the depths of the ninth circle, the three most shameful, according to Dante, traitors are tormented - Yuda and Brutus with Cassius, who killed Caesar.
Readers, together with Dante, entered the threshold of "Hell", where the "indecisive" so hated by him, who did not join any of the parties, are punished, and saw how they rush after the banner - naked, tormented by flies and wasps, shedding blood and tears, on which the hideous worms feed at their feet. And readers do not for a moment remain in ignorance of all the horrors and wonders that open before our eyes. Together with the author, we pass through a cramped and stinking “Hell”, illuminated by the crimson glow of the city of Dante, we see the captivating Francesca there, we learn the details of the torment, we see the evil games of the infernal servants, we hear what torment is in store for the hated Boniface, how the giant Lucifer is tormented in the center of Giudecca. Hatred, grief, indignation and proud persistence in sin - this is the prevailing atmosphere in which individual scenes and pictures unfold.
Love poetry of all times and peoples is permeated with astrological and cosmic terms... Indeed, what can be compared in depth and beauty with the gaze of a loved one - only the eternal Cosmos with its Stars, Suns, Moons, Comets... And if you don’t give a star from the sky to anyone, then everyone can give their beloved their heart in verses about love.
STAR DANCE (Konstantin Balmont)
I looked into so many eyes
What I forgot forever
When I loved for the first time
And did not like - when?
Like that Don Juan of Seville,
I am the Eternal Jew, a minute husband.
I know fairy tales from many countries
And the secret of many souls.
Moments of tender beauty
I wove into a star dance.
But the inexhaustibility of dreams
Calling me forward.
What happened once, what happened once
There is no prohibition on the soul to love.
I want the sparkle of new eyes,
unknown planets.
Excitement of sweet anguish
It takes me over and over again.
And I always look into the pupils,
To read in them - love.
And my little star (Denis Davydov)
The sea howls, the sea groans,
And in the darkness, alone
Swallowed by the wave, sinking
My arrogant shuttle.
But, lucky man, in front of you
I see my star
And my soul is at peace
And carelessly I sing:
"Young, golden
harbinger of the day
With you, earthly trouble
Unavailable to me.
But hide behind the stormy haze
You are your radiance
And hide with you
My providence!
… (Amir Khosrov Dehlavi)
Allah has endowed you with incomparable beauty,
You are the earthly rival of that moon in the sky,
The wanderer wind will whisper to me, once looking into the garden,
What is softer than a rose, your magical scent.
But, alas, you look reproachfully, you look - and look away,
O God, is not reproach concealing favors?
The obsessed melancholy turned into a thin hair,
Thirst to embrace, which, really, is thinner than a hair.
I will wait (Konstantin Balmont)
I will wait for you painfully
I will wait for you for a year
You beckon sweetly exceptionally
You promise forever
You are all the silence of misfortune,
Random light in the darkness of the earth,
The obscurity of voluptuousness,
Not yet known to me.
With his ever-meek smile,
With a face always bowed down,
With your uneven gait
Winged, but not walking birds,
You awaken secretly sleeping feelings,
And I know that a tear will not eclipse
Your somewhere away looking,
Your unfaithful eyes.
I don't know if you want joy
Mouth to mouth, cling to me
But I do not know the highest sweetness,
How to be alone with you.
I don't know if you're an unexpected death
Or an unborn star
But I will wait for you, my dear,
I'll wait for you forever.
… (Pierre Ronsard)
The star choir will soon go out in the sky
And the sea will become a stone desert,
Rather there will be no sun in the blue firmament,
The moon will not illuminate the earth's expanse,
Huge snowy mountains will soon fall,
The world will turn into a chaos of shapes and lines,
What shall I call a red-haired goddess
Or I will bow my gaze to the blue-eyed one.
I burn my brown eyes with living fire,
I gray eyes and I don't want to see
I am a mortal enemy of cold curls,
I'm in the coffin, cold and silent,
I will not forget this beautiful shine,
Two brown eyes, two Suns of my soul.
LOVE (Robert Burns)
Love is like a rose, a rose is red
Blooms in my garden.
My love is like a song
With which I go.
Stronger than your beauty
My love is one.
She is with you as long as the sea
won't dry to the bottom
The seas will not dry up my friend
Granite does not crumble
The sand won't stop
And he, like life, runs ...
Be happy my love
Goodbye and don't be sad.
I'll come back to you, even the whole world
I would have to pass!
... (Konstantin Balmont)
See the stars above
Light burn for you and me.
They don't think about us
But they shine for us at midnight.
The sky is beautiful with them,
They have eternal light and eternal sleep.
And whoever sees them is happy with life,
Rich in someone else's life.
My love, my star
Like the stars, always be.
Woe, don't think about me
But let me be in a starry dream.
Lines of War and Love (Robert Burns)
Robbery covered with laurels
Both land and sea
Not worth praise.
I am ready to give my life
In that life-creating battle
What we call love.
I glorify the triumph of the world,
contentment and prosperity.
Create nicer than one
How to destroy a dozen!
Sonnet 116 William Shakespeare
Interfere with the union of two hearts
I don't intend to. Can treason
Love boundless put an end to?
Love knows no loss and decay.
Love is a beacon raised above the storm,
Not fading in darkness and fog.
Love is the star that the sailor
Defines a place in the ocean.
Love is not a pitiful doll in the hands
By the time that erases the roses
On fiery lips and cheeks,
And she is not afraid of time threats.
And if I'm wrong and my verse lies,
Then there is no love - and there are no my poems!
LOVE (Konstantin Balmont)
"Love!" - rustling birches sing,
When their earrings bloomed.
"Love!" - sings lilac in colored dust.
“Love! Love!" - sing, blazing, roses.
Fear lovelessness. And run the threat
Dispassion. Your noon in a moment - away.
Dawns burned your dawn.
Love love. Love fire and dreams.
Who did not love, did not fulfill the law,
By which the constellations move in the world,
Which is so beautiful sky.
He hears a dead ringing every hour.
He can't escape retribution.
Who loves is happy. Let him be crucified.
Milena ARUTYUNOVA
What moves the sun and luminaries
"L'amor che muove it sole e l'altre stelle" - these words ended one of the evenings of the cycle "Days of Italian Culture in Moscow", organized by the Italian Institute of Culture and the Theater Museum. A.A. Bakhrushin. Concerts "Dante - Liszt" in the House-Museum of M.N. Yermolova, on Tverskoy, aroused extraordinary public interest.
"Love that moves the sun and luminaries" is the last line of Dante's Divine Comedy. That is what the grateful listener takes with him.
“Our meetings will continue,” says Angelica Carpifave, head of the Italian cultural representation in Russia. – Of course, we will work on this project further. Its essence is to combine literature and music.
Much has been said in the 20th century about the polyphony of a literary text. The polyphony of an actor's word is a thing, it seems, for granted. But reincarnation is one thing, and quite another is the polyphony of the overt and hidden voices of Dante's masterpiece. It's like a one-voice instrument would start playing Bach's four-voice fugue. Incredible! Nevertheless, four passages from Dante (Hell 3, Hell 5, Purgatory 2, Paradise 33), performed by the Roman actor-reciter Walter Maestosi, left such an impression on themselves. One figure of the thousand-year-old elder Virgil is worth something! Even a listener not at all experienced in Italian could easily distinguish him from Dante and from the shadows of sinners.
After the concert, as if reading the thoughts of an astonished Russian listener, the actor tells us the story of his relationship with Dante: “In the 60s, I began working in the theater and on television. He worked a lot on the radio, acted in films. And then he decided to devote himself to poetry. I spent about eight years studying The Divine Comedy. I remember Dante from school. But our teachers made it terribly boring. After all, they sorted out the meanings, and somehow left poetry aside. For us, fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, it was too heavy. I discovered Dante only many years later. God, what music! I worked through Dante's text as a musical score. Is it possible, bypassing the instrumental side of Dante's poetry, to go straight to the meaning?
Next to Maestosi, pianist Roberto Prosseda is the apotheosis of youth and strength, a musician with an extraordinary flair for romantic emotion. “In my practice, I already had a similar experience,” he answers the question of how the idea of joint performances was born. - I had to play in concerts with a literary program, for example, dedicated to Petrarch. The projects were very different, but the combination "Dante - Liszt" always seemed especially fertile. In such line-up as today, we performed for the first time. I do not consider myself an adherent of any particular musical repertoire, but, of course, I turn to romantic music most often - Chopin, Schubert. It is with great pleasure that I play the music of Italian composers of the 20th century: Petrassi, Vacca, Solbiati.”
Roberto Prosseda is not yet thirty years old, but he is the owner of numerous awards: at a competition in Milan, Schubert - in Dortmund, Mozart - in Salzburg ...
And what Days of Italian Culture can do without singing? The range of the young vocalist Daniela Barra, by her own admission, ranges from modern popular song to the old Italian vocal repertoire of the 14th century. Although her current performance is not directly related to Dante, the idea to involve her in joint Dante projects has already matured - for example, Dante and the Gregorian chant, in general, the vocal trecento. The pianist and composer Giovanni Monti closes the troupe of Roman artists.
It is impossible not to note the amazing thoughtfulness of the whole, as well as the performing tact that united all participants in the program. Love for the beautiful, for creativity, for what is created and created - this is the language that they all know and to which they introduced the Russian listener.
To be fair, the idea of reciting poetic texts in the original language was extremely risky, and here only the devastating talent of Walter Maestosi could cope with such a task.
It is difficult to say who is more musical: Liszt or Dante? To follow the overflowing instrumentation of Dante's verse, its alliterations, the repetitions that organize the sound flow is in itself an incomparable pleasure. Dante encourages the performer to play music, to sing, while Liszt's rigid drawing rather requires recitation. And this last thing Prosseda succeeds amazingly with every touch of the clavier. No wonder they wrote about him that "Prosseda philosophizes at the clavier."
The idea of the evenings "Dante - Liszt" is based on explicit and hidden semantic echoes and analogies between the works of the great poet of the Renaissance and the romantic composer, who, as you know, had a great inclination towards the culture of Italy, which eventually became his last homeland. And the listener received it with enthusiasm.
The way from Bologna to Florence runs through the Apennines. Already a few kilometers beyond Bologna, the relief changes dramatically, on both sides of railway big mountains rise. Despite the fact that in Bologna there was no snow at all, here it covers not only the mountain slopes and peaks, but also all the surroundings.
Of course, if not for one Italian trick, then we would have to go to Florence at least 4-6 hours. The trick is that literally half the way the train passes in a tunnel cut through the entire Apennine ridge. You can't see a single thing in it and only feel the height that the train is gaining - periodically, as in an airplane, it lays its ears.
And in Florence there is no snow again, and the mountains there are visible only on the horizon, if you climb to some point higher.
We must have done it wrong again. More precisely, it is not typical for most of those who come to this city for the first time. We didn't go to the Uffizi Gallery. Moreover, we were not eager to foam at the mouth to bypass all the undeniably beautiful Florentine cathedrals, basilicas and palaces. We have chosen only a few, in our opinion, the most original (yes, yes, of course, I agree with Italian lovers and Italian scholars that this word does not quite fit the architectural masterpieces of Florence, but, more precisely, it fits very many, if not all ), but the main thing is that we chose Dante's house and his church. 
Surely, you have already understood from previous posts that I have some weakness for Dante Alighieri. When I read his "Divine Comedy", I so clearly imagined all the circles of hell and purgatory described there, that then I frightened my friends and parents for a long time about what kind of punishment they face with this or that sin. And since I read this book while studying at a university, and at that time I was a quite frank girl, I was not at all embarrassed in the details of the presentation of various details. For example, I had a friend who was very fond of food. And I readily told him that he would have to go to the third circle of hell, where he would be watered all the time by incessant rains, covered with snow, and he would be in constant dampness. And I told a friend who could not deal with her three boys that in this situation she would be sent to the second circle of hell, where constant strong winds blow, which will carry her, and she will never be able to sit or lie down, she will only fly. I had fun like that for quite a long time, until I myself found a bunch of reasons why they would send me there too. And, in general, to be honest, even then Dante's fantasy struck me to the core. It’s hard to even imagine where he took inspiration from (and don’t talk about Beatrice here) to describe all the punishments that he outlined in his book. And I was also very surprised by how much society has changed since then. Here, take, for example, thieves and murderers. Stealing, of course, is not good. And Dante easily sent all the thieves, including, by the way, hypocrites and bribe-takers, to the eighth circle of hell. There in the moat filled poisonous snakes, he forced the thieves to dodge and run from these same snakes, and put the bribe-takers in boiling tar. For some reason, the murderers seemed to him more attractive, although now, it would seem, there is no worse sin, especially if you take a deliberate murder. In Alighieri, the killers are in the seventh circle of hell and roam there along the moat with blood. I was also struck by the fact that the Gentiles and babies who did not have time to be baptized were also sent to hell. True, in limbo, where conditions are more or less tolerable, but, in principle, this does not change things.
Okay, I digress. As I said, Dante Alighieri was born in Florence. However, the house he lived in no longer exists. But there is an amazing story here. Starting from the fifteenth century, everyone was sure that the former house of Dante was located in a tower on one of the Florentine streets. In his time it was quite real and even fashionable. The people built residential towers for themselves (some even up to 70 meters high) for the same reasons as in Bologna: to protect against the attacks of all enemies, to show off, and, oddly enough, to save valuable urban land from building in breadth. As a result, in the 13th century there were at least fifty such towers in Florence. Later, houses more familiar to our eyes were attached to the towers from all sides, but that's another story. So, everyone thought that Dante's house exists quite peacefully. And due to the fact that Dante Alighieri fell in love again in the 15th century in Florence, this house began to be guarded and cherished like the apple of an eye. When, in our time, it was decided to open a museum in it, scientists suddenly found out that this house was not the poet's house at all, but simply very similar to him. The real house of Dante, alas, has sunk into oblivion - most likely, it was destroyed immediately after his expulsion from Florence. 
However, we still enjoyed visiting. I will say right away that Dante's things have not been preserved. But in the house-museum there are a lot of paintings, reproductions, books, maps and various interesting documents that tell about his life. For example, the model of Florence of the 13th century with the same residential skyscraper towers that I have already talked about. Or a model of the battlefield between the Guelphs and the Gibbelins (which is cool, now in Florence there are streets of both) in one village near Florence with a hundred tin soldiers in full medieval uniforms with family flags and coats of arms. 
Family coat of arms (Guelphs). 
But most of all I was shocked by the schemes of heaven, purgatory and hell, drawn based on the "Divine Comedy". This is a must see! In some ways, of course, they resemble school posters from the series, as the ancients imagined the world, but you can look at them for hours! Just something!
Hell. 
Purgatory. 
Paradise. 
The history of Dante and Beatrice's acquaintance is also in the museum. The Beatrice Portinari family lived next door to Dante. In addition to Beatrice, Portinari had five more girls. Dante met Beatrice when she was only nine years old, and ... fell in love. True, he married later on Jetta, but Beatrice became the muse of his whole life. However, he loved her purely platonically. At first he sang of her sly eyes, gentle hands and a thin figure. But, when she died, and she was only 24 years old, the poet seemed to be wedged, and Alighieri deified the girl. Even in The Divine Comedy, he placed her in one of the highest haloes of paradise. By the way, Dante and Beatrice met in the church of Santa Margherita dei Cerchi, not far from the place where their houses stood. This church is now called the Church of Dante. 
It is very modest and there are few visitors here. But she just wrapped us in her comfort. It's hard to find a more romantic place! 
By the way, Beatrice is buried in it. There is a bouquet of flowers on her tombstone, and next to it are two baskets where people put notes with their innermost desires. It is believed that Beatrice will definitely fulfill them! 
I also put a note in the basket. Maybe now it will come true? ..
Where have you been all night, you shaggy trash? - Zanzas barked, seeing in the doorway a silhouette familiar to pain in the eyes. – Do you know what time it is? - Were you worried, goddamn boss? Skualo stopped at the door, leaning against the jamb. He was dressed in civilian clothes, his hair, usually disheveled, neatly tied in a ponytail. - For your information, my purpose is not to write reports for you and catch with your head everything that you want to throw into it. I had a date. With Oregano from CEDEF. From this news, Zanzas was so shocked that he forgot to launch a previously prepared writing instrument made of pink marble at the swordsman. - Ore...Who? - Cavallone in a coat. Went to a System of a Down concert, then argued about music at some 24-hour diner. Coffee is what you need, by the way. Skualo took a sip from the glass he held in his hand. - Well? - What's "well"? She is a decent girl. Clever. Beautiful. We listen to the same records with her. All right, I went to sleep. – The swordsman turned around and, shaking his silvery hair, stomped into the residential wing. Xanzas knocked over the seventh glass of whiskey and thought. Worried? He? What the hell? It's just that when this hairy moron isn't yelling and rushing down the corridors, the castle is unusually quiet. And this silence is scary. Xanxus did not like change. And he couldn't stand being alone. The boss fell asleep right in the chair. When he opened his eyes closer to noon, at the entrance to the office, Levi shifted from foot to foot. AT fashionable coat . With a bouquet in hand. He smelled of perfume and shower gel and who knows what else from a mile away. He even tried to smooth his hair. It turned out so-so. Xanzas decided that he was dreaming, but just in case he barked: - Why did you come, cudgel? - Boss… I… ask for a day off. Levi-A-Tan didn't take a day off for five years. Zanzas's eyebrows crawled under a tousled bang and met at the back of his head. - Why? - I ... well ... invited the girl to the cinema. MM. from Kokuyo-land. Such a redhead. Levi smiled stupidly. The boss wanted to kill him. Right here. Right now. He grabbed the writing set prepared for the captain from the table and threw it at the Thunderer. - GET OUT OF HERE, RAM! And I won't see you here until tomorrow! - Thanks, boss! Levy howled gratefully, flying out of the office like a bullet. A piece of marble launched by the boss overtook him in the corridor and greeted the officer's left shoulder blade. "That redhead? Did he promise her money? Or an expensive trinket? Or does she want to annoy that red-eyed test-tube jerk? He will play and quit, and then this walrus horseradish will drink valerian. And Skualo kicks him so that the snot does not smear .... " Xanzas sighed, stretched, got up from his chair and went to the window. In the yard, Belphegor danced with a desperately resisting Mammon and, choking with laughter, said: “Yesterday I was sitting in the park on a bench, shi-shi-shi, waiting for the man who was ordered to us, and then a girl passed by. Such a shi-shi-shi, girl! Legs from ears, ears from legs, and cheeks! You didn't even dream! That's how I would pinch off a piece as a keepsake! “Oh, he asks, are you by any chance emo?” "Who who?" - I ask. “Nuuu, emooooo, well, these are the guys, they all wear pink and black stripes. And bangs on half a face! And they are emotional! These are just so-and-so emotional-emotional! Vaasche emotions do not control! Sometimes they don’t control it so much that they cut the veins and watch how the blood flows! They like to see blood, priiiiiin?” “Yeah, I say it's me. Stopudovo. She added me as a friend on Facebook today, shi-shi-shi ... Do you want me to show you? The prince, clutching Mammon under his arm, reached for the cell phone. Xanxus heard a delicate cough behind him. In front of him stood Fran, dressed at home, with his stupid hat in his hands. - What are you up to? NO DAY OFF! - the boss shouted in rage and threw a glass of morning hangover into a corner. Not a single muscle twitched on the illusionist's face. - I'm behind the key to the library, boss. Lussuria said you have it. Give me please. Xanxus sighed so that the curtains fluttered. He took the key from the table and tossed it to the boy. - On the. Go read your etiquette book, you little trash. Even Luss complains about you. Fran raised one eyebrow in surprise, but said nothing. Clutching the key in his fist, he silently stomped to the exit. The boss sighed for the third time and, again sinking into his chair, took out a book from a distant drawer, which he secretly took from the library - Dante's Divine Comedy. "Love that moves the sun and luminaries," your mother. Completely blossomed, so that they fail. Damn spring, who just invented it. Lussuria, who looked into the office half an hour later, found the boss sleeping over a book. The smell of cherry blossoms wafted through the open window. Wind-blown white petals tangled in Xanzas' hair. On the refrigerator with whiskey there was a note: “Shoot Skualo in the legs so that he doesn’t wander around among the women. Tomorrow. Too lazy today."