Duboka Je Noć: "Kosta Na Crti" | Deep Is The Night: Kosta on the Line | Zbirka Kratkih Priča. A Collections Of Short Stories

 

DUBOKA JE NOĆ:
"Kosta Na Crti"

KOSTA NA CRTI

Kosta  je stajao na tankoj crti, floroscentno plave boje. Osećao je da isijava sopstvenom unutrašnjom svetlošću i da ima razloga što stoji na crti, koju je između ostalog, da spomenemo, sam stvorio. Oko Koste i crte nema ničega. Kosta je u mraku i njemu je to bilo dovoljno. Taj mrak je bio njegov, on je zamislio takav mrak. Iskreno, nije to tama već mrak, bez mesečine i bez zvezda. Običan mrak.

Kosta je poželeo da se pored njega, u mraku,  pojavi božanstvena, prelepa boginja-muza, koja će ga napojiti svojim inspirativnim darovima. Muza se pojavila i bila je slepa. Znao je da će biti slepa, to je i želeo. Stajala je kao kip, kao živi slepi mit. Uživao je. Napajao se „božanstvenom“ energijom svoje boginje.

Disao je duboko ali je tada osetio da mu se disanje usporava i da srce počinje jako da mu udara. Uplašio se. Boginja je ostala nema i sjajno slepa. Njeno slepilo je isijavalo snažnu, belu, svetlost koju Kosta sada više nije mogao da podnese.  Želeo je nazada samo svoj mrak. Ništa više, samo mrak.

Sve je nestalo. Ostao je mrak i floroscentna crta. Mrak je počeo da smrdi, jako neprijatno. Kosta se sada već gušio. Pao je na crtu koju je sam osmislio. Teško je disao. Setio se majke.

Kosta  se jako iznenadio kada se njegova majka, na koju je pomislio, pojavila, bez njegove volje. Majka mu je prišla licem  mu, oči u oči, sa sjajnim, utešnim pogledom. Kosta je prihvatio majku iako o njoj, dugo nije razmišljao, niti ju je video.  Majka je zamenia muzu i Kosta se ponovo uspravio i povratio.

Smrad u mraku su zameneili nežni mirisi.

Srećan kraj je imao uslov! Uzlov izbora!

Kosta je trebalo da napusti svoju crtu i svoj mrak i da pređe u pojas vatrene svetlosti, koju nije on stvorio i na koju nije navikao. Morao je da odluči...

Kosta je još uvek na tankoj plavoj crti, koja sija u mraku... Majka ga posmatra...  

Kosta on the Line

Costa stood on a thin line, fluorescent blue. He felt that he was radiating his own inner light and that he had a reason to stand on the line, which, among other things, he created himself. There is nothing around Kosta and the line. Costa is in the dark and that was enough for him. That darkness was his, he imagined such darkness. Ordinary darkness.

Costa wished that a divine, beautiful goddess-muse would appear next to him in the dark, who would feed him with her inspiring gifts. The muse appeared and was blind. He knew she would be blind, that's what he wanted. She stood like a statue, like a living blind myth. He enjoyed. He was nourished by the "divine" energy of his goddess.

He was breathing deeply but then he felt his breathing slow down and his heart started beating hard. He scared. The goddess remained silent and brilliantly blind. Her blindness radiated a strong, white, light that Costa could no longer bear. He only wanted his darkness back. Nothing more, just darkness.

It's all gone. Darkness and a fluorescent line remained. The darkness began to stink, very uncomfortable. Costa was already choking. He fell on a line he had devised himself. He was breathing hard. He remembered his mother.

Costa was very surprised when his mother, whom he thought of, appeared, against his will. His mother approached him face to face, with a bright, comforting look. Costa accepted his mother, although he did not think about her for a long time, nor did he see her. The mother replaced the statue muse and Costa straightened up again and recovered.

The stench in the dark was replaced by delicate scents.

A happy ending had a condition! Condition of choice!

Costa was supposed to leave his line and his darkness and move into the belt of fiery light, which he did not create and which he was not used to. He had to decide ...

Costa is still on the thin blue line that shines in the dark ... His mother is watching him ...

Ex Ex: I Catch The last Moment

Keywords: Duboka Je Noć: "Kosta Na Crti" | It's A Deep Night: Kosta on the Line | Zbirka Kratkih Priča. A Collections Of Short Stories