Everything Happens as It Does. Albena Stambolova
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His first virtual worlds were short-lived, like explosions. Later they began to resemble pyramids, then spirals. The graphs of their development showed their respective level of stability. His goal was to create a kaleidoscopic civilization. He tried setting aleatory parameters. But his creations did not submit to such operations.
Then he started to feel some kind of responsibility for the people in his virtual worlds. And fear. Their longevity and their death depended on him. At first he liked the idea, but then he began to feel uncomfortable. Events were taking place on his computer even in his absence. Whenever he peeked inside, he was astounded to see how much his creations had progressed. He began to realize that his task was to slow down their development. And slowing it down meant adding more parameters. This, in turn, meant more variables. He searched for an optimal relationship between input parameters and the predictability of outcomes.
And, at some point, toward the end of high school, he knew what he wanted to do later in life.
8.
Fathers and Their Professions
Philip met Maria at a friend’s house. Although he never liked to admit it, he failed to notice her at first. She had been sitting in some part of the room, watching him. He had felt her gaze, though without being able to identify where it came from.
For a long time afterward, he wondered why this creature stood there draped in black cloth, as if she were an extra in a bustling film scene.
Philip was a pathologist, and that caused him both annoyance and relief. He was the only one among his friends who could say in a word what he did for a living. For a twenty-seven-year-old man it made things easier. But when people, curious about the nature of his work, started asking questions, he was not good at explaining.
The voice on the phone had moved him so unexpectedly and profoundly that he had nearly hung up. He couldn’t remember what they said to each other, just as later he couldn’t recall anything specific from conversations with Maria. But he could remember situations in which her presence or her voice obliterated everything else.
It was impossible to say “no” to this voice, which was now calling to him from the receiver. Why him, and not someone else, he never understood. Here I am, Lord.
He proposed to her almost immediately, not knowing what he was doing. He knew only that he could not have done otherwise. She nodded, as if she had foreseen long ago that this was bound to happen.
Time seemed to be out of joint. The days were shamelessly short, the nights blended into one. Something was ripening in Philip; he could feel it in nervous spasms, but ignored it. He was spinning with Maria in a whirlwind. He had turned into a boomerang, always meekly landing at her feet, no matter what he thought, no matter what he did, and no matter who he saw.
Before meeting Maria, he had been simply Philip, a doctor, a pathologist. He had been able to describe himself in a word.
After meeting Maria, his center of gravity was transposed out of his body, and in the beginning this gave him strength. Strength that Maria absorbed.
9.
The Hero’s Prize
There was no wedding. They merely signed a marriage certificate. She never allowed him to see her passport. The civil servant was allowed to see it, but not her husband. He had no idea when she was born, or who her parents were, or whether she had any siblings. Whenever he asked her about these things, she laughed, as if his questions were the most inappropriate thing in the world. He was surprised to discover how easy it was to lie to his friends or family when they asked the same questions. And he deluded himself that one day he would surely find out, as soon as Maria stopped playing this funny game. Then he forgot about it and remembered it again only when it was too late.
She did not simply give herself to him—she laid herself out like a gift, like an offering. He sank into her with the feeling that he had never experienced anything like this before. All thoughts and questions vanished. Maria became a world he inhabited. He knew he must have done things, at least he must have eaten food and drunk water. Later, when the doctor asked him, he could not remember anything, only that he had felt tireless and strong.
She stayed at home knitting sweaters. There was always a cooked meal to eat. Maria always had money and the food was always tasty. So tasty that, after dinner, his only wish was to take her in his arms and bury his face in her long hair.
She became pregnant almost by magic. Philip was certain it had happened the very first time. If happiness meant being able to stop thinking, Philip was happy. Things just happened and he was part of the process.
The twins were born. A boy, Valentin, and a girl, Margarita. Philip didn’t recall ever discussing what names to choose. It seemed like they were born with their names.
10.
After the Fairy Tale’s End
Then he became frightened of Maria.
One night, he woke up and looked at his sleeping wife. He watched her for a long time. He was certain that she was not asleep. She lay perfectly still, as if absent from her body.
For the first time he wondered whether a human being had a beginning and an end. He looked at her. Maria was sleeping naked, covered by her hair as if with a blanket. Her breath was barely perceptible. No adjectives could describe her for him. He couldn’t say that she was kind, for example, or anything like that. This creature had simply appeared and in the face of this fact Philip was powerless. He was overcome with despair. What were his, or her feelings? Only the dispersing of stardust.
Suddenly, he realized that Maria was staring at him. Perhaps everyone who has just risen from sleep had this look in their eyes. Maria’s look was evil. At last, something definite. Philip had come to know something and now he could see she did not like it. Her eyes stared unblinkingly, as if she had no eyelids.
He got up from the bed and left the room.
After this first onrush of fear, Philip tried to talk to his brother. His brother told him that Maria was breaking all accepted codes of behavior.
At first he did not understand what this meant. Gradually, it dawned on him that his brother was accusing him of being disloyal. Toward himself, toward his family, and his friends. The sound of these trivial words, which he hadn’t heard pronounced for a while, unsettled him.
That same night, Maria refused to sleep with him, and he knew her refusal was going to last.
Philip tried to lose himself in his work. From then on, he often slept at the hospital, he worked night shifts, and became better at his job. He was called in more often for criminal cases. He discovered courtrooms.
But he also started drinking. And drinking brought back his ability to speak.
11.
The Twins
Valentin’s