Unbearable lightness of being

Unbearable lightness of being

(prohibited for the people under 21 according to anti-alcohol AD policy)



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“Give it to Her….”, - it were the last words that the old, embellished with gold Red Label Whiskey Bottle by 1815 year of producing has heard from Her Lord, and then he disappeared under the salty water of ocean.
She has served to him for many years already and so loved his spicy smell and his tired face in the evenings, so she waited with awe for his next visit and powdered herself with patina of ages to be more antique and attractive.
Usually he came full of the wearisome discoveries (at least she thought so) and his kind laugher was the reward for her daily waiting.
But not today…. Today the sea skies were warning about danger from the morning. The wind had brought a huge storm that covered the ocean with gray pressing and filled by hopelessness the air around.
RLWB has felt a strange pressure too. (“Red Label Whiskey Bottle” was her full name, but for her closest friends such as Domenikanas Cigars and Black Leather Diary, that Young Captain kept in his bar-shelf, she was RLWB officially, but RuLi-WuBi for the chimney conversations.) Today Captain has opened the cupboard with face changed from fear, and her first thoughts were that probably she powdered herself not too trendy and showy, or maybe showy too much.
But she was wrong as usually.
Black Leather Diary and Cigars were waiting in silence while they witnessed their Yacht Captain pouring out the Whiskey from Bottle and writing something.
They were scared with terrible sounds and a crunch of the masts above, and while Diary began to prepare himself to his farewell speech and Cigars were wondering about injustice of this world, since no one fish is interested in smoking, moreover in smoking Domenikanas Cigars , the Young Captain sealed the bottle and looked desperately on the water appearing on the bottom of yacht. He squeezed his eyes from screams of the crew and from his own tears.
“Silly people, ” - thought RuLi-WuBi. “Instead of drinking Whiskey from such antique and patina-powdered bottle as I have and joyfully to meet their final minutes, they empty my body and put some trashy papers inside. But anyway, at least I will change my specialization from Wonderful Strong Liquid to the Shuttle of Love.”
The bottle smiled while looking at the crooked faces of people, to the terror of Dairy’s Cover and despair of Cigars and has pleasantly noticed that she was only one member of the crew who preserved the order and serenity of mind in that situation.


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In the morning remains of the yacht were rambling at the shining surface of ocean. RuLi-WuBi made up her mind and constructed a sail from the floating papers of Dairy, which were full of blots and fading sweet love-words and turned her way toward the harbor where Young Captain left his Beloved Girl to wait for him.

“What a funny object!”, - laughed the flight of dolphins who were always smiley and in joyful mood. “Tell us about your Inner Sense, we are wondering about! “
“This is a Love Letter, I have to deliver it, silly School of Fishes,” - RuLi-WuBi answered gloomy.
She missed her young Captain and was a little jealousy since he preferred a mirage of love memory to Her in his last minutes. But she understood her New Mission now and was ready to overpass all obstacles on her holy way.
The dolphins jumped around the bottle and were surprised as such a humble “Reb Lable” , a usual hot liquid for the savage pirates, became a keeper of love.
“We will guide you, Keeper of Love,” - whistled the dolphins with serious and sad faces and they took the bottle on their spines and swam so for many hours. Finally the dolphins left the bottle near the little ship and somebody grasped it. That Somebody has smiled.
 “Wow! “Red Lable”, what are you doing here?,” - asked a strong bronzed man with tattoos on his whole body . RuLi-WuBi has sighted tiredly after the long journey trough the ocean and said silently that probably she is only a keeper of love.
“Keeper of Love?,” - has laughed the man. “Who does need a Love today? Guys, look here, this “Red Lable” asseverates that he has changed his essence from Whiskey to Love…Ha-ha-ha!!!!” Several people around burst out laughing. RuLi-WuBi has turned all red but not from a shame, but from fury.
He jumped from people hands back into the ocean and tears of pity were mixing with salty water around. And he swam and swam for days and nights, and Frigates Birds pleasantly had taken him on their wings and carried over the ocean waves. RuLi-WuBi saw all the planet from the altitude of birds fly and was so happy to be a little star that is bringing a Sacred Words to the remote harbor.
He has met Sharks on his way, who with melting large-toothed smiles and hearts was carrying RuLi-WuBi in their sharp teeth. He was rotating in the circulating of water and in the flow of his strange journey. He has lost his sail that finally looked as a big blue crying spot. He was sinking from weakness, but he recalled the tempting eyes of his Young Captain and came to the surface again and again.
One morning he, totally exhausted and loosen not only his trendy antique patina, but also the important initials ( since his “Red Label” stamp could be hardly seen now), was washed ashore. He asked Gull to raise him to the rock so he might see the harbor city and to call there a Young Lady, for whom he has letter from her Beloved.
In half of hour he noticed the girl, who was running trough the stones and dry slope toward the top of the rock. Having given a letter, RuLi-WuBi prepared himself to the Final Speech of His Solemn Mission, but as only he made up his mind to deliver the last words of Young Captain and powdered his neck not with powder of ages but with simple sand dust, he has heard a deep breath and light soft splash of water beneath.
The several minutes later he watched silently only the wreath of flowers that was floating on the sea surface that captured the young body fallen from the rock.
 “Silly people…,” - RuLi-WuBi sighed sorrowfully. “What do they need in this life to be happy?”


At this exact moment young boy passed by and he noticed a very antique, covered with sea-shells bottle on the stones.
 “ Nice retort… It saw probably a lot of stories…,” – he took it. “It will be a nice capacity for my thoughts and wonderful piece of my collection.”
 


17.09.2002.