― Hey, why are you a person without credibility?
wonders a friend of an untrusted man. The friend sits on a bench and puts a hand under his chin just like The Thinker by Auguste Rodin.
“You ask me that? Mmm, I don’t know…that’s how it is.”
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The untrusted man in a brown suite, with his white hair, answers so. He puts shredded tobacco in the pipe, then lights it and smokes it. A ring of smoke exhaled by him drifts up.
― Have you stolen some from our town?
asks his friend with a serious look, turning his face to the man.
“No, no, no way,” his deep breath creates another small ring of smoke, “I have never done it.”
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His eyes follow a moving fume in in his head. Moments later he has the fag with keen relish. His friend after a moment’s reflection faces up rapidly as much as to say: "I found the answer!"
― Have you tell a lie? Any lies?
Instead of showing his confidence vitally, the friend asks so slowly like hell.
“Haha, I bet, I am the most honest soul in this town.”
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The untrusted man, with a smoke, says so very, very, lightly.
His friend no sooner heard the sound of his voice than he closes his eyes, and His shoulders slumps. Although the eager friend knows he cannot reach the answer he could obtain, but still asks the last question helplessly and little in an abrupt manner.
― Have you failed? Are you afraid of it?.....damn, maybe I’m wrong.” His friend finishes his words by himself with a self-deprecating smile toward no one.
"Precisely," says the untrustful man, “I have never failed down or felt frustrated at losing.”
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He creates two rings of smoke amusingly.
The poor friend scratches his head slapdash, and returns to the starting positing of the Rodin. The man with a pipe looks at his friend, and laughs.
“You are such an interesting person, aren’t you?” starts saying and goes on,
“I have never worried about ANYTHING.”
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His empty laugh and smokes from his mouth would never ever reach his friend's ear.
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ReplyDelete――君ってなんでそんなに人から信頼されないんだろうね。
男の友人は、ロダンみたいに片肘を顎の下に当て、座って言う。
“なんでって…そういうもんなのさ。ぼくって。”
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ぷかっとパイプの先から一煙を出しながら、茶色のスーツを着た白髪の男は答える。
――何か盗みをしたことは？
顔をその中年の男に向け、真剣な表情で友人は尋ねる。
“いんや、” またぷかっと煙を出す。“一度も。”
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自分で出した煙の行方を目で追い、少しするとまたパイプをくわえる。
友人はまた少し考え、そうだ、といわんばかりに顔をすっとあげる。
――じゃあ、嘘をついたことは？
その事実があってほしいかのごとく、渇望した目で中年男の答えを目据える。
“僕ほど正直ものはこの町中探してもいないね。”
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友人はそれを聞くが早いか、がくっと肩を落とし、またロダンの格好に戻る。小さく息を吐き、ダメだとわかっていながら質問を続ける。
――失敗とかよくする？しないよね？
とぶっきら棒にいい、ないな、っと自ら答えを出して自嘲気味に笑う。
“ご名答。” 中年男はぷかぷかっと楽しそうに２つ煙を吐く。
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そして横でまた頭を抱え始めた友人を見て笑う。そして言う。
“君ってなんて面白いにんげんなんだ。悩むなんて行為、僕は一度もしたことないのに。”
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パイプの煙は部屋の大部分を覆っている。
しかし、信頼されない男の煙は、ただの一度も友人に届くことはない。
I bet one of the cats by the door is Monet, am I right?
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment.
ReplyDeleteWell, could be.... but the cat in the image is another cutest one ;)
isnt it tooooo daark your page ??? :)))
ReplyDelete>şükrü
ReplyDeleteMaybe ;)