Canaries (or “Black Raven, what are you? …”) p3
Today’s Fuer Teventura beach … Rather, the beaches … 30 km, with golden sand washed up by undercurrents from the Sahara, separated from the volcanic hills by ridges of hills-dunes washed by transparent turquoise water filled with the sun …
“I was just stunned by the silence and beauty that was revealed to me,” Kurt continued. – These gentle slopes of the volcanoes are lifeless and gray, as if separating the space of some echoing, primitive sky, whose scope was simply overwhelming … There was a feeling that I had already died, having fallen into another dimension, into an unknown octant of space … I I went down the dunes into the island, found a path, moved along it into the mountains … And when I got up quite high, crouched on a cliff … And then a raven flew in. Black as coal. And he sat nearby, not at all afraid of me.He sat and looked without blinking. And I took off my jacket, suddenly finding a soaked cracker in it, and held out a wet rag in my palm to a raven. And he calmly and with dignity began to peck this cracker. So here we are. Gray mountains, shreds of ashy grass of a meadow similar to dirty cotton wool, silhouettes of wild goats in the distance, and this sky is what it is nowhere on earth, it is only here … – the old man was silent.
– And then?
– And then that same base in the south of the island, the end of the war, the deportation of the Nazis to Chile … Well, I was lucky to meet one very beautiful Spanish woman … There were, of course, friction with the authorities … But who am I? Simple sailor. In the end – nothing happened. And I stayed. Well, then … – He became thoughtful. Then, smiling, he said: “Do you know such a joke: they say, what is the history of the planet?” At first there were dinosaurs, then they turned into oil, and after the Arabs appeared, they started selling oil and buying “Mercedes” … That’s the “next” …
– What about the boat? And the boxes?
“And that’s another story,” said the old man. – Long. Come back tomorrow.
I got up from the chair. The old man went to bed early, besides} ‘he was tired and I could not bother him.
Already at the door, shaking my hand, he suddenly said:
– Good. Put aside both etiquette and my regime … I will tell you … Do you want a glass of tinto?
And we returned to the living room.
“So,” the interlocutor continued, “of course, I was interested in the fate of those boxes, especially since I knew the coordinates of the boat …”
I was leaving for the airport the next day.
The Spaniard driver suddenly braked on a patch in the mountains, braking on a narrow roadside.
– Want to go out here? he suggested. – Look, what a beauty: mountains, sky, water, all elements … Without embellishment. From here the whole point is visible …
I went to a trampled platform over a cliff.
A warm wind blew.
And suddenly a shadow flickered on the side.
And the raven flew in. Fair. Raven. Lonely, random.
And if I was surprised by him, then only a little. That must have happened.
I looked into the living beads of his eyes, and the raven calmly approached me, as if he knew that we understand each other and are needed here now, at this hour, in this life.
I went to the car, found to my chagrin only a bag of nuts in the pocket of my bag, not knowing whether the bird would like things or not, and returned to the precipice.
The raven took a yellow spool from his palm, squinting at a scattering of peanuts, which I poured under his leathery legs, and then we just sat looking at the eternal sky and eternal earth, and eternity reflected in the eyes of the bird, and the wind raked the feathers of the raven, revealing gray underfill, and it seemed that in the next instant, the eternity reigning here would cancel time …
Ahead was Tenerife – festive and idle. And after – snowy Moscow.
And only in the twilight of the LTE Boeing’s nightroom did I suddenly understand or doubt: “What if it was that raven?”