Inspiration
by zuza_her_mother on September 8, 2008
in stories, students
Julius and Adam were sitting on the opposite sides of small table. They barely had space for their elbows, because they had put there almost everything they had, meaning four packs of cards, two big mugs with some watery coffee inside, their most famous writings, also covered with Adam’s favourite drink and one pair of broken glasses.
‘I am so bored of playing cards’, said Adam. ‘If you only were a challenging opponent, it would be one hundred times more exciting.’
Julius didn’t reply. He just stared at his company, sitting still.
‘I have an idea, brilliant idea, as always’, Adam continued. ‘Instead of playing cards, we will talk. I’ll tell you what I think about you, and you’ll tell me what you think about me!’
Julius nodded slightly.
‘I’ll start, then’, he said and without any further agreement began. ‘First of all, I think your poetry is horrendous. I’ve never read anything so cheesy and teary in my life or afterlife! Dreadful, simply dreadful. In my opinion you’re being too romantic even for the romantic era.’, Adam stopped, waiting for a reaction. But there wasn’t any, so he went on. ‘Secondly – you as a person. The first word that came up to my mind was boring – because you’re bloody boring. You never say a word, and you’re calmer than our Lord is! It is not natural for a human… Or maybe you aren’t one, are you!’
Julius gazed at Adam with an expressionless face, and Adam loathed it from the bottom of his heart. He was a man of a very, very short temper, and he was about to lose it right now.
‘Besides! I bet you never had a woman!’, Adam said proudly. ‘And even if you had, I guess she wasn’t really… ‘ he raised his eyebrows, and looked down a bit. ‘… satisfied.’ he finished. ‘How do I know? Oh, just look at you. No-one can use a word ‘manly’ and ‘Julius’ in one sentence!’
Adam’s friend remained silent.
‘YOU! ANSWER ME!’ Adam suddenly stood up and hit the table with both fists, spilling more coffee. Now he was angry – no, he was furious. His face was so close to Julius’ face, that he could see every shade of blue in his eyes, and every curl of his hair in his messy fringe. After a while he backed off, still looking at Julius with anger in his eyes.
Julius bit his lip, then he looked straight at Adam.
‘And I always thought of you as a werewolf’, he said, drank his coffee, stood up and left, leaving Adam speechless.
Later Adam whispered to himself: ‘I’m about to write a sonnet…’.
Dziennikarka: Panie Adamie, Panie Juliuszu, czy młodzież ze starszych klas szkoły podstawowej i gimnazjum, znalazłaby coś dla siebie w waszej twórczości?
Mickiewicz i Słowacki: (jednocześnie) Oczywiście !!!
Here we go, you did find quite a lot, Zuzka. We’ve got the first drama lesson in Polish literature for foreigners. For this bit alone your Polish teacher should give the top mark for the rest of your school days!