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Irina (35) Education: university. Hair: blonde Eyes: grey Job: university teacher of ancient languages (currently jobless)
Hobbies: I like to read, visit museums, make long walks and listen to music.
|`Look at us, Doctor,|
we could be ordinary people,
our eyes wandering through the sunny garden.'
I HAVE CLOSED MY BOOKS AND SCROLLS
I HAVE SERVED MY PURPOSE.
I WILL SERVE ANOTHER.
`Are you looking for something?'
I AM LOOKING FOR A NICE SPOT.
I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A NICE SPOT ... FOR IT.
`You make it sound as if ...'
`I would like to be buried in this garden.'
SO DO I.
Are you smiling or is it a trick of the light?
`Have you found a particular spot?'
THE SUN SHOULD SHINE ON MY SKIN
FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.
`Are you ready then?'
There is but one time.
You hold out your arm to me, for me to lead you through the garden.
WHEN I CAME I THOUGHT IT COULD NOT BE DONE.
TOO OLD ALREADY. NO USE.
`You cannot put up a mask to death
but you can wear one against age.'
|`Maybe this is the way I like you best. |
Your body untouched by time and movement,
but your face as it was,
ever ready to talk and smile.'
|`The lenses. Big, brown. |
They will widen your eyes to blind them.'
THE ANCIENTS, WHEN SCULPTING THE GODS,
GAVE THEM BIG, STARING EYES.
`To signify their power, perhaps.'
I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT BURIAL.
IF I WOULD DIE
YOU WOULD JUST HAVE TO BRING ON MORE PAINT
TO KEEP ME STANDING.
I WOULD BE BURIED ON MY FEET.
I WOULD CRUMBLE AWAY INSIDE,
BUT I WOULD NOT LEAVE.
`The point is:
we do leave.'