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emotional damage!”<br />
“Could you have entered the exhibition and not<br />
read the instructions?” a reporter interrupted, tearing<br />
her from my shoulder.<br />
Then an attendant approached.<br />
“The law is on the side of the curators. You were<br />
warned. There are signs everywhere. You’re not blind,<br />
my dear!” The girl resumed weeping and her sobs<br />
grew louder.<br />
“Downstairs, on the first floor, there’s a team of<br />
psychologists,” the attendant told me. “She should go<br />
on down. They’ll speak with her, get her settled so she<br />
can get home. Can you make it yourself?”<br />
”Take me, please,” begged the girl and grabbed<br />
me by the elbow.<br />
“What else is there on the top floor?” I said, turning<br />
to the reporter. To tell the truth, I wanted to be finished<br />
with this exhibition. My nerves already were on edge.<br />
“It’s interesting enough,” he mumbled. “Upstairs<br />
they have some Russian artist’s mine field. His name’s<br />
a bit hard to pronounce, but it’s great work. Then they<br />
have predators. On the top floor, a window is open,<br />
and you can jump from a springboard directly onto<br />
the tramway. But no one has done it yet today.”<br />
He grinned. Gnilovsky looked at him with undisguised<br />
contempt.<br />
The girl glanced helplessly from me to the reporter,<br />
and then at Gnilovsky. Without help, it seemed, she<br />
couldn’t budge.<br />
“All right, we’ll take you down. That’s it,” Gnilovsky<br />
said, taking her by the hand. “Let’s go down.<br />
Where’s the exit?”<br />
It turned out that the exit stairs were coated with<br />
artificial ice. We somehow slipped our way to the<br />
bottom, drenching our<br />
clothes. I painfully<br />
banged my shoulder<br />
against the wall, but it<br />
was nothing compared<br />
with the<br />
others’ trauma and<br />
losses.<br />
At the exit we were met by a medical team. Those<br />
with broken bones were treated immediately. The<br />
girl’s boyfriend, with a huge black eye, threw himself<br />
on her and they shook with sobs.<br />
“Do you need a psychotherapist or perhaps a<br />
priest?” a kind-faced nurse asked as she hurriedly ran<br />
over to me.<br />
“Thank you. We’ve gotten used to modern art.”<br />
“The museum gift shop sells beautiful catalogs,”<br />
she shouted when we turned our backs to her.<br />
Returning home on the tram, we heard the<br />
screech of brakes and the blast of a collision. Two<br />
cars had crashed at the corner near the bridge. A tin<br />
can spun twice in the air. Our tram braked hard and<br />
stopped. We had to continue on foot because, as the<br />
conductor explained, someone had lost a leg and traffic<br />
was blocked. After such a stimulating exhibition I<br />
just didn’t have the strength to listen to the details.<br />
Outside my building, right in front of my nose, a<br />
brick fell on the sidewalk and <strong>sm</strong>ashed to bits.<br />
“We were awfully lucky today,” Gnilovsky said as<br />
we looked into each other’s eyes, nervously <strong>sm</strong>iling.<br />
“On Thursday, identification procedures commenced<br />
for bodies recovered from the crash site of a<br />
Moroccan airliner. Yesterday, blood relatives, 125 in<br />
all, provided samples should DNA testing be required<br />
... British Prime Minister Tony Blair stated that<br />
a ‘barbaric terrorist attack has been committed, which<br />
it is now quite clear, was timed to coincide with the<br />
opening of the G-8 summit,’” the radio sounded as we<br />
went upstairs.<br />
I pulled the cord from the outlet sharply, not<br />
wanting to hear about any more catastrophes, and<br />
I thought, looking at the newly-empty<br />
plug socket: no way would fingers fit in<br />
there after all.<br />
n<br />
Translated from Russian by Brendan Kiernan<br />
and the author. From the book<br />
This is art! (2006).<br />
60<br />
FALL 2016