6. The old man
It was a sunny day and I was sitting on a bench. The book laid beside me. An old man sat down near me and looked at the cover. Then he looked at me. We knew each other only this time his expression was different.
-We did the same things here, you know,- he said.
-What things?
-This is Ubit Peresmeshnika, right? The sentimental story about some Negro accused of attacking a white girl…
-Iznasilovanie,- I said.
-Know the words, huh? I bet in that introduction to the book they do not say we did such things here?
-We did?
-Yep. How about accusing the 65- years’ old medical professor of attacking his female patients. He got 25 years of hard labor. Died there, surely. At least that Negro in the book had a lawyer. Here the lawyers actually helped the prosecution.
The old man became very angry. His voice trembled and he wiped the sweat off his face.
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