Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow in the Tales of Suspicho by Kiril Nazarov traslated by Ann Wood
The day came cheerful and serene. It was called Today.Everyone welcomed him with Good Morning and he immediately got to work. Workers drove the machines. The children took their seats at school. Officers in the offices bent over their folders, the cooperatives in the fields - over the furrows.
By noon Today he finished half his job.
At noon, he snorted. But Today knew that the days never sleep in the day.
Suddenly he grew up. He frowned. Chuck. Even prophesy a few tears of rain.
- What's wrong? - asked him Windy, unhappy that he had sent him today to collect the clouds that had shone through the expanse of heaven.
- I am sad! - he murmured today. - How much work I did, and there is no one to tell me even a "Thank you!"
- They will tell you, be patient! - replied Windy. "Tonight, before you leave, all the land will thank you for being controversial, nice and peaceful.
"Tonight, tonight," he exasperated Today. - I'm telling you that it's hard for me, I want to chat with somebody now!
- Call yesterday or tomorrow! - advised him Windy.
- True! - enlighten the day. - How did not I figure it out?!
He wiped the traces of his tears and cried:
- Hey, Yesterday ...
No one answered.
Today he kept calling him.
"Here I am," a deep voice heard.
- Come to me! - invited him today.
"I can not. I'm already gone," said yesterday.
- Where are you calling from? - asked hopeful today.
"From the past," he told him yesterday.
- Where exactly, where is the past? - astonished today.
"Everywhere," he said slowly yesterday. "I am in everything created yesterday: in the constructions, in the fabrics of clothes, in the harvest, in the mixed bread, in the verses of the poets, in the songs of the composers, in the paintings of the artists, in the discoveries of the scientists, in the students' knowledge.
The voice of Yesterday gradually subsided, his echo continued to spread.
But today he did not listen to him anymore. "Indeed, Yesterday he has gone and can never return, but he has remained forever on Earth in all that he has created." - he thought about it today, and continued to labor.
Make dozens more buildings for crèches, gardens, schools, homes; plow thousands of hectares of land and plant seeds; produced many clothes, machines, food and medicines; has written many poems, tales and songs; draws many paintings ..
At one point, he called Boredom.
"Why do not I call Tomorrow ?!" Think Today and do as advised by Windy.
- Who's calling me ?! "Tomorrow."
- I, Today - the day is happy. - I'm bored, come talk!
"Oh, Danees, I can not come now, I'll see you tomorrow!" said the new day.
"But tomorrow I will not be here, come on!" - insisted on Today.
- It is impossible! Tomorrow said firmly.
- But where are you ?! Why do not I see you ?! - continued calling today.
- I'm in the future! - answered Tomorrow. "I'm still in the human mind. In the dreams of men, in their hearts, in their plans. Now I am in the cement and the sand from which tomorrow will mix the concrete; in the pencils of the first princes with whom they will write their first letter tomorrow ..
- I clearly understood! Thank you! "I started today.
A sunset was approaching, and many still unfinished deeds were waiting for him. He had already realized that in order to stay out of it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and forever, he had to do everything right now for him. And even more diligently he got to work.
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-11-16 at 21:30
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