Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Sheclosedthebook."Tellmeaboutyourself.Tellmewhatyoudoinyourfreetime."
I’manentomologist.Icollectbutterflies.
"Ofcourse,"shesaid."Iremembertheysaidsointhepaper.Nowyou’vecollectedme."
Sheseemedtothinkitwasfunny,soIsaid,inamannerofspeaking.
"No,notinamannerofspeaking.Literally.You’vepinnedmeinthislittleroomandyoucancomeandgloatoverme."
Idon’tthinkofitlikethatatall.
"DoyouknowI’maBuddhist?Ihateanythingthattakeslife.Eveninsects’lives."
Youatethechicken,Isaid.Icaughtherthattime.
"ButIdespisemyself.IfIwasabetterpersonI’dbeavegetarian."
Isaid,ifyouaskedmetostopcollectingbutterflies,I’ddoit.I’ddoanythingyouaskedme.
"Exceptletmeflyaway."
I’drathernottalkaboutthat.Itdoesn’tgetusanywhere.
"Anyway,Icouldn’trespectanyone,andespeciallyaman,whodidthingsjusttopleaseme.I’dwanthimtodothembecausehebelievedtheywereright."Allthetimesheusedtogetatme,you’dthinkweweretalkingaboutsomethingquiteinnocent,andsuddenlyshe’dbediggingatme.Ididn’tspeak.
