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

That is my name.
Or you were eating something good and for a second forgot
what you were eating, but still went on, knowing it was good.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was around midnight and the fire tolled like a bell
inside the stove.
That is my name.
Or you felt bad when she said that thing to you. She could
have told it to someone else: Somebody who was more familiar
with her problems.
That is my name.
Perhaps the trout swam in the pool but the river was only eight
inches wide and the moon shone on ideath and the watermelon
fields glowed out of proportion, dark and the moon seemed to
rise from every plant.
That is my name.
And I wish Margaret would leave me alone.

Fred
A little while after Margaret left, Fred came by. He was not
involved with the bridge. He only used it to get to my shack.
He had nothing else to do with the bridge. He only walked
across it to get to my place.
He just opened the door and came in. "Hi," he said. "What's
up?"
"Nothing much," I said. "Just working away here."
"I just came from the Watermelon Works," Fred said. "I want
you to go down there tomorrow morning with me. I want to
show you something about the plank press."
"All right," I said.
"Good," he said. "I'll see you tonight at dinner down at
ideath. I hear Pauline is going to cook dinner tonight. That
means we'll have something good. I'm a little tired of Al's
cooking. The vegetables are always overdone, and I'm tired of
carrots, too. If I eat another carrot this week I'll scream."
"Yeah, Pauline's a good cook," I said. I wasn't really too
much interested in food at the time. I wanted to get back to my
work, but Fred is my buddy. We've had a lot of good times
together.
Fred had something strange-looking sticking out of the
pocket of his overalls. I was curious about it. It looked like
something I had never seen before.
"What's that in your pocket, Fred?"
"I found it today coming through the woods up from the
Watermelon Works. I don't know what it is myself. I've never
seen anything like it before. What do you think it is?"
He took it out of his pocket and handed it to me. I didn't know
how to hold it. I tried to hold it like you would hold a flower
and a rock at the same time.
"How do you hold it?" I said.