Mr. Czeslaw worked in this company already for fifteen years. Fireplaces on auto load, discharged, together with his colleague taszczyli them up the stairs to their homes. Then fireplaces are assembled together. The day began with morning rain. When Mr. Czeslaw appeared as usual at seven punctually at work, was utterly soaked shoes. On a chair and threw a wet jacket swore badly to a colleague. This laughed: “Golden Polish autumn” – jibes “what you want.” Before leaving the factory to the customer was the mass work. Overview of the tools, the young guard, again something that does not spartolili, the adoption of supplies, etc., etc. “And this fire is going where?” Said a colleague. “This? On Wierzbowa, home to the actor, you know what this doll play in this new series. You know that. ” “I know” said the gloomy Mr. Czeslaw. “And that is the time? Ninth? Is already the ninth? Five? It take a young, load and go for coffee.”
Uncle Peter visited us sometimes. He had a small fabryczkę the city of Elblag and fell from time to time to settle some business. When he knew that he no longer has time for the last train home and phoned my father and stayed with us for the night. Then sat with his father in the living room with fireplace and sipping a liqueur or brandy talk about different, more or less important matters. Uncle Peter was a man aged forty years more, a rather modest stocky body build. Graying-haired with an elegant mustache. When I stood in the doorway, in a bowler hat on his head, with a suitcase and a long, dark prochowcu always smelled of rain and wind at night. Merdał dog’s tail merrily. Parzyła mom was serving tea and dinner. Ah, good evening, Peter – she said – how nice to see you again. What an important matter przygnały you in our site? Ah, I had to show up here and there – Uncle Peter answered enigmatically.
Today I went to the city at dawn when the sun was not quite rozpowiło the fumes night. Behind the wheel just thought that when I come to the place the house in a remote area when Napal in the fireplace and staring into the fire, sit in a chair, only then will my full and true celebration of solitude. Pobeda you so far away, alone together. Ponapawam in emptiness, silence, emptiness obligations, non-existence of a hurry, the lack of a watch. Nacieszę’s niemówieniem, niepopędzaniem in niewpadaniem hysteria, on the other niekrzyczeniem. Journey passed quietly. Slowly he got up the day. The road was almost empty. Once again I passed only single cars making their way in the opposite direction. I had some of the time to escape. Escape for a while in western Europe. “It all”. Stop, lie down even. Draw and listen to your breath. Look into the distance and talk aloud to himself.
It was so long ago – when my grandmother pondered the evening as usual, we were done a long time, sat down at tea in the kitchen. From that house I remember little. Only my grandmother and fireplace. Large, yellow brick lined. I remember how cheerful fire slammed in it and my grandmother, nodding in his chair was buried in reading or busy embroidering. Room byłpełen books. Large, old volumes bound in leather. Shortly after we had there together with their parents leave. I was then maybe five years – my child. Then the house burned down. Grandmother never saw. She died a few years after the fire. Now the house stands up and disappear. Szabrownicy rozkradli they could. Everything falling into disrepair – the old woman sighed again with a sip of tea. And he was such a beautiful house. See, there are pictures.
And the fireplace, beautiful. Really like it. How urządzicie here a few months, you will have a wonderfully. Wpraszam already on windowsills – Ela delighted to have the unfinished house watching his older sister. But this fire, you had a really good idea. You know – “said Danka – this idea of my old. On se will be sitting here, drinking is your favorite beer. I was there to do anything unnecessary. Yet another unnecessary piece of lumber for cleaning. But now – I think as we build this house, let him and my old man is how he wants. Passed from one room to another, talking about further details of the finishing house. You know – here at the top – explained Danka – I would rather paneling, because such heat. Such carpets on the stairs and to spread the light will be on the floor, so that they burn – you know – how to extinguish the light at night
I sit alone in the house. Herself a glass of wine and it is sad. Silence hisses around a lamp on the ceiling just monotonous beeps. I think about so many things that were to happen, and never arrived. I lost my love by his own arrogance and stupidity. I wanted to live forever forward to the show. Need I was strong impressions. Adrenaline and excitement. I forgot about him even though I know that he alone really loved me. I see now, only now it comes to me like I was stupid. How much is lost by the once trusted oszustowi. I wanted to be a big, beautiful, rich, almost divine. I sold the love for a handful of strong emotions, which today are like burnt charcoal. Turned to ashes, and fraud is on the other side and derision, and laughed for me. Gave my love for sorrow and bitterness of lonely days. I sold life for the illusion, and illusion.
Grant, zajaramy yet szluga. He took from his pack and handed it to a friend. Radek inhaled the smoke with pleasure. They sat so for a few hours in Adriana at home in the living room. Sączyli cognac and watching online clips and excerpts from concerts of their favorite bands. Yes, I remember – he gave the bear memories Radek – next year will be twenty years as we went to the concert to Katowice. This was my first such major event in your life. I was scared to hell that someone can beat the s, take the shoes, money. There were, after all these eggs sometimes. Or just somewhere that we crush, trample the crowd. I was fifteen. This was whipster. But somehow everything went wrong. Go without problems. We came back home healthy and inches. Then it became a tradition that during the year had to include two or three major events during the year. A few times, even we went to Prague and Berlin.
In my neighborhood is a trailer. This small, inconspicuous, rusty chain riveted to the lighthouse. I would like to you today about this trailer a few words to tell. Always in the morning, when I go to work, the way to the bus stop, I see that a small luggage trailer on the street. And it is on this trailer advertising. Advertises a manufacturer and seller of fireplaces. Buy a fireplace, so it and such. We offer … for this price … … different types of phone numbers. For Fireplace – brother – in the home is a very cool thing. A good fire is not bad. Who I invent it and cwanie guests with this trailer. Facing each other like, because it stands for slow. And here at her as if nothing had happened – advertising. No good came up with the idea. Elsewhere, a car is. Old crock, a corpse that has already probably can not ride him. But it is not important. It is important that advertises, encourages, invites. Now’s not the car it is simply an ad ao.
My house stands on a hill. High hill covered with grass. My house is in contact with the ground. My house meets the sky. I walk him through the open door. I am surrounded by silence. I feel only her warm breath. Plunge into my house as a warm, viscous ocean. Go down the corridor, holla, I open the door to the living room. Here burns the fire. The fire once again trzaskają beech logs. The living room is full of books. Old, thick volumes bound in leather. Glasses on the table, a glass of wine and spread the newspaper. Entering one has the impression that prior to the time someone came out. He left it all on one small moment. Looking at all this, do you think that someone will come back here at once, take a newspaper, drink a sip of wine. My father was here. He read a newspaper, his glasses lying here. But look at the date. This newspaper thirty years. A fire burns in the fire further. Everything is waiting until he returns, dopije sip of wine.
Action of the novel begins in a beautiful big house in a suburb somewhere in the unspecified location in Poland. The characters initially gathered in the living room full of books, newspapers and CDs, with a fireplace and a huge oak table in the middle leads to another conversation, which at one point the reader may infer that they are an extremely important issue for their own future and the future of their loved ones. People in work are seemingly unrelated to each other. You could say picked at random. But as the development of the action, characters going to the next room, seeing some items, interior decoration items, etc. will recall the details of their resumes. Details demonstrating conjunction with others in the song.