Victor and the Fortune

by Kaloyan Il

That was Victor, the man who unexpectedly fell into the cells. He was not guilty, no doubt. Not at all. It was good that they gave him a separate cell. Usually only hapless men fell there. Such men were not ordinary, either. But they scratched on the walls the most.

One day Major Warder, who was the chief of the cells, ordered all the walls to be plastered.

It was just a joke of Fortune that Victor found himself in the cell before that resolute act of plastering. And thank God, because otherwise he wouldn't have read those twenty stanzas written by the Poet.

There is no doubt that the plaster they used in the cells was radioactive (by chance), and they had to be abandoned. Years later, many creatures began to appear near that place. These were difficult to describe, and still more difficult to see. And the fact is that they brought the arrest more glory than Victor, who won the Nobel prize for literature because he was inspired by the Poet's rhymes.

Copyright © Kaloyan Il 2003

In Honor of One Chief Accountant

by Kaloyan Il

There was a time, they still call it "Communism", when a department was state property. Of course everything was state property in those days, wasn't it?  The Government demanded documents. About everything.

Then the department changed its structure. It wasn't state any more. But the documentary condition continued to be a fact. Only, justification for the expenses but not for the incomes. Time and society needed economic prognoses and plans. Urgency.

The department's staff needed a chair. An ordinary, new one. They asked for it. In written form. Documentary-conditioned. So many figures, ordered in columns (as evidence).

It was difficult. Very difficult. But the staff received it—the chanticleer at last!

What—?!

It seemed it was a misunderstanding. Who knows? But it was made in written form. Well-founded. The figures got the upper hand.

Copyright © Kaloyan Il 2003