Habibullo-Eugene Kiselev
A Synopsis of my Life
September 15th, 2017, Friday, 11:35:50 p.m.
Yekaterinburg, Russia. GMT 05:00
Today I only had one class at the University. After class, I went to the Belinsky Library where I was supposed to meet Frank, but he did not come. So, I was deceived in my expectations and left empty-handed. This is a figural expression of course because I was actually loaded with books by Leo N. Gumilëv (Russian: Лев Николаевич Гумилёв), which my Mom took for me at her library. Someone brought them along to the library because they did not need them. Idiots! I was glad to get them for free, though.
Okay. All day long I was trying to reconsider my creative activity. Now I am seriously thinking of ceasing from writing poetry, prose, scientific articles and making literary and scientific translations forever. I am also thinking of not entering into theatrical criticism because… Well, I do not imagine my creations in a language different from English. Yet the theatrical criticism is dramatically attached to the language of performances. This is appalling to be attached to the Russian language at least for me.
At about 08:45 p.m., as I was washing my white short-sleeve shirt, Alexander Drath came to my apartment. We talked about the circus for now, about his friend, Anatoly Marchevsky (Russian: Анатолий Марчевский), a clown. He is also Head of the Yekaterinburg Circus and member of the Legislative Assembly of the Sverdlovsk Oblast. Marchevsky complained of a new movie adapted from a book by Stephen King, where, according to his words, the clown’s honor was abused. Drath also told me about his work as a teacher of Russian in a Kazakh school, where he was supposed to teach Russian from scratch to Kazakh-speaking children. He knows some Kazakh, too. Moreover, Uncle Sasha said he was more of a Kazakh, than of a Russian or a German.
When I tried to object or add something to his words he was immediately irritated. That is understandable: his brother’s daughter has recently died of cancer at the age of 40… That is sad… Drath said he would go to Kazakhstan soon, so we will not be able to go fishing and I will not be able to meet a muskrat, his friend who lives in the forest.
Having finished with our conversation, we wished good luck to each other and went each to his apartment.
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