Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 8

           Grenouilleknewforcertainthatunlesshepossessedthisscent,hislifewouldhavenomeaning.Hehadtounderstanditssmallestdetail,tofollowittoitslastdelicatetendril;themerememory,howevercomplex,wasnotenough.Hewantedtopress,toembossthisapotheosisofscentonhisblack,muddledsoul,meticulouslytoexploreitandfromthispointon,tothink,tolive,tosmellonlyaccordingtotheinnermoststructuresofitsmagicformula.Heslowlyapproachedthegirl,closerandcloser,steppedundertheoverhangingroof,andhaltedonestepbehindher.Shedidnothearhim.Shehadredhairandworeagray,sleevelessdress.Herarmswereverywhiteandherhandsyellowwiththejuiceofthehalvedplums.Grenouillestoodbentoverherandsuckedintheundilutedfragranceofherasitrosefromhernape,herhair,fromthenecklineofherdress.Heletitflowintohimlikeagentlebreeze.Hehadneverfeltsowonderful.Butthegirlfelttheairturncool.ShedidnotseeGrenouille.Butshewasuneasy,sensedastrangechill,thekindonefeelswhensuddenlyovercomewithsomelongdiscardedfear.Shefeltasifacolddrafthadrisenupbehindher,asifsomeonehadopenedadoorleadingintoavast,coldcellar.Andshelaidtheparingknifeaside,pulledherarmstoherchest,andturnedaround.Shewassofrozenwithterroratthesightofhimthathehadplentyoftimetoputhishandstoherthroat.Shedidnotattempttocryout,didnotbudge,didnotmaketheleastmotiontodefendherself.

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