"Richard Brautigan - in_watermelon_sugar" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brautigan Richard)

All this will be gone into, travelled in watermelon sugar.
Margaret

this morning there was a knock at the door. I could tell who it
was by the way they knocked, and I heard them coming across
the bridge.
They stepped on the only board that makes any noise. They
always step on it. I have never been able to figure this out. I
have thought a great deal about why they always step on that
same board, how they cannot miss it, and now they stood outside
my door, knocking.
I did not acknowledge their knocking because I just wasn't
interested. I did not want to see them. I knew what they would be about and did not care for it.
Finally they stopped knocking and went back across the bridge
and they, of course, stepped on the same board: a long board
with the nails not lined up right, built years ago and no way to
fix it, and then they were gone, and the board was silent.
I can walk across the bridge hundreds of times without stepping
on that board, but Margaret always steps on it.
My Name

I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of
those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on
you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.
If you are thinking about something that happened a long
time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know
the answer.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was raining very hard.
That is my name.
Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then
they told you what you did was wrong--"Sorry for the mistake,"--and
you had to do something else.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was a game that you played when you were a child
or something that came idly into your mind when you were old
and sitting in a chair near the window.
That is my name.
Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.
That is my name.
Perhaps you stared into a river. There was somebody near
you who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could
feel this before it happened. Then it happened.
That is my name.
Or you heard someone calling from a great distance. Their
voice was almost an echo.
That is my name.
Perhaps you were lying in bed, almost ready to go to sleep
and you laughed at something, a joke unto yourself, a good way
to end the day.