The Target Page #6

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then the clouds seemed

to split open,

and a shaft of light

burst through.

Just like this. It's a miracle!

Right on my mom and I.

Mom broke into tears of joy

and suddenly

she started reciting

a poem by Lermontov:

"Alone I set out on the road;

The flinty path sparkles in the mist;

The night is still.

The desert harks to God.

And star with star converses.

The sky is solemn and miraculous!"

Miraculous and solemn...

Let's never part.

What a beautiful column of light.

Russia's such a beautiful country.

- Let's at least have some coffee.

- Alright, let's drink some coffee.

Champagne! Pineapples in champagne!

Deliriously tasty,

sparkling and bright!

I'm in something from Norway!

I'm in something from Spain!

Pineapples in champagne!

Pineapples in champagne!

From Moscow to Nagasaki!

From New York to Mars!

- To our love.

- To love.

- Russia's a beautiful country.

- Here it is, a new happiness.

- Vitya, let Taya stay with us.

- Everything will be tihkeybow.

How are you?

- You seem to be...

- What?

- Not yourself.

- I'm yours, Vitya, yours.

You know what my dream is?

To be the worst of bums,

I would be...

...a nobody.

An absolute nobody.

I'd wallow in the dirt,

like the worst of dogs.

And you'd come to me.

To no one but me.

And that's all.

I don't need anything else.

Nothing at all.

I'd probably die.

There's a long story

that goes with that Target.

I'd forgotten it,

but later it came back.

I was about twelve,

we were living in Volgograd,

on the bank of the Volga.

Our roof needed repairs,

so my father hired a man.

A very strange man.

He moved in with us

and worked on the roof.

He was a very young guy.

Somehow my parents instantly

fell crazy in love with him.

They took care of him

like he was their son.

It drove me totally mad.

One day, there was a party around

the table for my dad's birthday.

The guy was sitting

next to my mother.

I was learning guitar

and I sang a song I'd prepared.

But I sang it badly and

goofed off to spite my parents

because they loved

that outsider so much.

I swung my guitar

and broke a jar of juice.

Mother sent me away

from the table.

I sat in my room and

listened to them talk.

That guy told them

he was forty-two.

He served at a secret facility

with this dish.

He had climbed in there

with some girl and that was it.

He had stopped aging and had

already done time in prison.

Then he suddenly vanished

before he finished the roof.

I didn't remember it until this

journalist told be about that place.

So I believed it right away.

And you?

I learned about it at

a resort in Belokurikha.

I go there every year

for treatment.

When I was young, I had a rare

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