Александр Левин-Арлев

Страна: США

Обычно писатели берутся за перо рано. Я начинал два раза, и оба раза поздно. Первый раз после армии, а второй раз на пенсии. После армии, как писатель-сатирик; на пенсии, как детский писатель, а потом вернулся в сатиру. Хоть и поздно, но мне повезло, в конце концов, я смог отдаться делу, о котором мечтал. Первый раз я был награждён дипломом 3 степени Всесоюзного конкурса эстрадных драматургов, второй раз дипломом той же степени за книжку, представленную на конкурс OEBF, в номинации Детская литература, а третий раз через год в номинации Сатира. Из этого я сделал вывод — если очень хочется, то сдаваться не надо! Вывод не оригинальный, но, когда на собственном примере убеждаешься, что он работает, хочется поделиться с другими. Интересно сработает ли этот принцип ещё раз? Если нет, я уже начал готовиться к следующему году. Желаю всем участникам конкурса творческих успехов!

Country: USA

Writers usually start writing early in their lives. However, I started writing twice, once after my military service and again after retirement. I began my writing career as a satirist, then later as a children’s writer, and then back to satire. Although I started late, I consider myself lucky because I was able to devote myself to the career I always dreamed of. The first time I wrote, I was awarded a third-degree diploma at the Soviet Union competition. Then, forty years later, I received another third-degree diploma for a book I submitted to the OEBF competition in the category of Children’s Literature. A year later, I received a third-degree diploma in the Satire category. From my experience, I learned that if you want something, you shouldn’t give up. This conclusion may not be original, but when I see that it works for me, I want to share it with others. I’m wondering if this principle will work again. If not, I’m already preparing for next year.

Отрывок из поэмы “At the threshold of humanity”

At the threshold of humanity

Part 1

The Dictator met Satan at humanity’s threshold, where common sense attempts to understand the people’s world.

SATAN

Why are you so wicked, Dictator?

DICTATOR

I must be so. My job is to lead. I thought you were aware of that… I need a whip.

SATAN

Just try without it.

  DICTATOR

I never knew you could be so stupid.

SATAN

Be careful about what you say. Your language is polluted.

DICTATOR

I am the king of the earth! This is my undeniable right! I let you be my friend, don’t you agree?

SATAN

How does this proposal benefit me?

DICTATOR

I am the lord of all bodies and souls.

SATAN

Oh, no, you aren’t. Those entities are under my control.

DICTATOR

You make me laugh, old boy.

SATAN

Are you disputing the devil’s role?

DICTATOR

I am the manager of people’s lives. The media is mine, and all human souls, like soldiers heading into battle, await my order to fight! Hey, Soldier, you must agree to risk your life for me. To win the war, I’ll bomb all you can see. Just cross humanity’s doorstep. And never turn around to look behind your back.

SOLDIER

I won’t cross the threshold where conscience, morality, and soul are unwanted mold. I’m a human being, not a killing machine.

DICTATOR

I don’t need soldiers like you.

CROWD

We haven’t killed him yet.

SOLDIER

Why are you turning people into beasts? Is that the only way to coexist?

DICTATOR

Be careful when you laugh at me.

SOLDIER

But what about beasts? 

DICTATOR

You’re right; I did. A war becomes a lighter fight when men are beasts.

SATAN

You better tell us why men deserve to die.

DICTATOR

Okay. I will reply.

SATAN

Yes, please. Just don’t lie.

DICTATOR

I want to be scarier than you, Satan! You are a petty scammer, a darkness lover, a black magic star, and a buyer of unsettled souls. That’s all. But I’m great! Great, I am! The great commander, Genghis Khan, is my long-standing ideal. All people tremble when I come, and I suggest you better run. The Earth groans as my drones do the work. I am an evil lord sitting on a dark, ominous throne. My simple secret is how any business runs—all you need is bullets in your guns!

SOLDIER

Who are you fighting?

DICTATOR

Whoever criticizes what I do.

SOLDIER

With those who criticize you, what do you do?

DICTATOR

I warn them, “It’s up to you.”

SOLDIER

Well, I better go. Bye!

DICTATOR

I put my seal.

CROWD

You speak the truth! Now is the time!

SOLDIER

What do you mean by putting your seal?

DICTATOR

That you will be killed!

SATAN

Leave him alone. I plan on buying his soul.

SOLDIER

What?

SATAN

I thought I told you. I made a deal with the Grim Reaper. He is willing to accept another soldier’s death.

SOLDIER

I can’t do that.

SATAN

You’re next. Did you forget?

SOLDIER

(whispering)

They’ll award a medal for my demise.

SATAN

Please hold your breath.     

SOLDIER

I’m a human being, not a killing machine.

DICTATOR

I’m done with your endless complaints, you boring, whining liberal. I’ll teach them how to throw their crap around and enforce the proper order. That’s it, bring me a whip! 

 

SOLDIER

I came up with an excellent idea for a show: a story about strength, grief, and fear, which, in fact, took place right here. The almighty Dictator, cruel as he is, wants to sound like a humanitarian for a short while to deceive the court trial. Brandishing a terrifying projectile, ready to fly, he told people they’d soon die. There is a modern Satan who opposes evil, and there’s a soldier who respects himself; he doesn’t get on with the crowd all that well. Grim Reaper whispered in the ear of a fighter: “Now, I get to choose who lives and dies; you can survive. You are a writer, so write. Read my price list, then decide.

Grim Reaper’s price list:

Option one: light wound

After receiving treatment, you will be returned to the trench. If you refuse, you will be sent to the court bench.

My price: four monthly salaries of a corporal.

Option two: severe wound

You will be sent on disability for life.

My price: the price of a minor wound; please multiply by five.

The young recruit didn’t heed Grim Reaper’s wise advice. Now, his beautiful fiancée wouldn’t get to be his wife.

SATAN

I showed your written script to the Grim Reaper with a scythe. He offered me your freedom, and I bought it.

SOLDIER

Okay, you bought me out for the money.

SATAN

You’re free. In return, your soul is all I need.

SOLDIER

What do you need it for?

SATAN

Let it be. I’ll give it back to you shortly. I need your sign.

DICTATOR

Why did you buy him out, Satan?

SATAN

I am tired of sowing evil. The people’s future should be bright, but all they do is hate and fight. I want to save this soldier because he symbolizes human pride; I don’t wish to see this type of human disappear. A peaceful life and happiness for all—that is their goal. Together, we make the world whole.          

DICTATOR

The more casualties there are, the greater the chance to take a seat in history’s car.

SATAN

I want to understand humanity; I am curious about how people’s brains work. They learn the truth from science, but their minds return to the Stone Age when they reach a higher stage of civilization. Unable to agree, they settle the score with a bomb. And whoever is strongest becomes the ruler of everyone’s life for so long.

Descendants glorify Genghis Khan, though thousands fell to his swords; a mighty tyrant, well-known to all. Behold Alexander the Great, renowned in lore, whose blade unlocked history’s door.

It’s all the same. Even the facts state Napoleon got his fame through military campaigns. Those who work hard for a better life get thrown under the wheels of war to die or barely survive.

What does history tell us? The world is ruled by people’s flaws.

 

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