a fragment
Leopoldo Perdomo
I should be pleased if someone find o moment to read it and find some
faults. Thank you.
It is only a page.
leopoldo
When he called a prisoner for questioning, the portrait of comrade Stalin
was watching with a stern glance over his own head, as if reinforcing his
authority. He had chosen this portrait by himself among many others for it
had the right frown to fright the hell out of enemies of the people. It
was a common portrait for you to found anywhere. It conveyed this portrait
a peculiar sense of surprise. As if our dear uncle Joseph were pretending
he was looking at something on the floor when suddenly he rises his eyes
and looks at your eyes with a malevolent glance. Then you feel he have
caught you unaware with your soul overflowing with dangerous ideas.
Petrovitch liked this portrait and he turned himself backwards from time
to time to watched it. He had a new rotating chair just designed for this
purpose; just for him to enjoy a looking of Stalin's frowning face. But
now, in this very moment, he was feeling very weak to turn backwards to
watch his face. He was now staring at the grey wall in front of him and
there he was. It was a kind of wonderful phenomenon. Father Stalin was
staring to him just in front. He could see it very clear but now it seemed
he was casting a much sterner glance than usual. In spite of his horrible
frown, Petrovitch was able to divine a sweet smile in his face. Sometimes
he was aware that it was only a malicious smile like that of a joker
humorous uncle. He had the face of tender father, stern but loving, who
gives you a kiss of good night in spite of the howling winds and Arctic
frost of short days of winter. His face was like that of little drunk
father who lights his pipe and approves your decisions with a wink of an
eye, even the harshest of your decisions. For you are not on this far
outpost to distribute sweets among the kids.
A humnle grey light was entering by the window and a pitiful electric
bulb was shining more miserable than ever. A cold shiver ran along his
body and he realised the coal fire on the stove was nearly out.
Ivan! He tried to call in a load voice to the comrade servant but it
went out a very faint thread of voice. Moreover, it was by chance that
Ivan appeared suddenly and said in a low voice: "I see the stove is
getting cold". He opened the little door, throwed a little shovel of coal
inside and started to blow the fire. There were enough embers but he had
to keep blowing the fire with his mouth for a ten minutes.
Leopoldo
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