Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 50

           Youareherbrother,andIwantyoutobecomemyson,myfriend,myprideandjoy,myheir.Areyourparentsstillalive?”Grenouilleshookhishead,andRichis’sfaceturnedbeetredforjoy.“Thenwillyoubemyson?”hestammered,jumpingupfromhisstooltositontheedgeofthebedandclaspGrenouille’sotherhandaswell.“Willyou?Willyou?Willyouhavemeforafather?-Don’tsayanything!Don’tspeak!Youarestilltooweaktotalk.Justnod”Grenouillenodded.AndjoyeruptedfromRichis’severyporelikescarletsweat,andhebentdowntoGrenouilleandkissedhimonthemouth.“Sleepnow,mydearson!”hesaid,standingbackupagain.“Iwillkeepwatchoveryouuntilyouhavefallenasleep.”Andafterhehadobservedhiminmuteblissforalongtime:“Youhavemademevery,veryhappy.”Grenouillepulledthecornersofhismouthapart,thewayhehadnoticedpeopledowhentheysmile.Thenheclosedhiseyes.Hewaitedawhilebeforelettinghisrespirationgroweasyanddeeplikeasleeper’s.HecouldfeelRichis’slovinggazeonhisface.AtonepointhefeltRichisbendingforwardagaintokisshim,butthenrefrainingforfearofwakinghim.Finallythecandlewasblownout,andRichisslippedontiptoefromtheroom.Grenouillelaythereuntilhecouldnolongerhearasoundinthehouseorthetown.Whenhegotup,itwasalreadydawn.Hedressedandstoleaway,softlydownthehall,softlydownthestairs,andthroughthesalonoutontotheterrace.

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