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The great divorce

К. С. Льюис (C. S. Lewis)

THE GREAT DIVORCE

C. S. LEWIS. April, 1945

I

AWAITING THE OMNIBUS

I seemed to be standing in a busy queue by the side of a long, mean street. Evening was just closing in and it was raining. I had been wandering for hours in similar mean streets, always in the rain and always in evening twilight. Time seemed to have paused on that dismal moment when only a few shops have lit up and it is not yet dark enough for their windows to look cheering. And just as the evening never advanced to night, so my walking had never brought me to the better parts of the town. However far I went I found only dingy lodging houses, small tobacconists, hoardings from which posters hung in rag’s, windowless warehouses, goods stations without trains, and bookshops of the sort that sell The Works of Aristotle. I never met any-one. But for the little crowd at the bus stop, the whole town seemed to be empty. I think that was why I attached myself to the queue.

I had a stroke of luck right away, for just as I took my stand a little waspish woman who would have been ahead of me snapped out at a man who seemed to be with her, ‘Very well, then. I won’t go at all. So there,’ and left the queue.Pray don’t imagine,’ said the man, in a very dignified voice, ‘that I care about going in the least. I have only been trying to please you, for peace sake. My own feelings are of course a matter of no importance, I quite understand that’—and suiting the action to the word he also walked away.Come,’ thought I, ‘that’s two places gained.I was now next to a very short man with a scowl who glanced at me with an expression of extreme disfavour and observed, rather un-necessarily loudly, to the man beyond him, ‘This sort of thing really makes one think twice about going at all.”What sort of thing?growled the other, a big beefy person.Well,’ said the Short Man, ‘this is hardly the sort of society I’m used to as a matter of fact.”Huh!said the Big Man: and then added with a glance at me, ‘Don’t you stand any sauce from him, Mister. You’re not afraid of him, are you?Then, seeing I made no move, he rounded suddenly on the Short Man and said, ‘Not good enough for you, aren’t we? Like your lip.Next moment he had fetched the Short Man one on the side of the face that sent him sprawling into the gut-ter.Let him lay, let him lay,’ said the Big Man to no one inparticular.I’m a plain man that’s what I am and I got to have my rights same as anyone else, see?As the Short Man showed no disposition to rejoin the queue and soon began limping away, I closed up, rather cautiously, behind the Big Man and congratulated myself on having gained yet another step. A moment later two young people in front of him also left us arm in arm. They were both so trousered, slender, giggly and falsetto that I could be sure of the sex of neither, but it was clear that each for the moment preferred the other to the chance of a place in the bus.We shall never all get in,’ said a female voice with a whine in it from some four places ahead of me.Change places with you for five bob, lady,’ said someone else. I heard the clink of money and then a scream in the female voice, mixed with roars of laughter from the rest of the crowd. The cheated woman leaped out of her place to fly at the man who had bilked her, but the others immediately closed up and flung her out . . . So what with one thing and another the queue had reduced itself to manageable proportions long before the bus appeared.