Alessandro Baricco. 1900. The legend (№ 118646)

I was always struck by this story with pictures. They hang themselves over the years, and then, for no reason, without cause, I repeat, Bang, and they fly to the floor. They are hanging out on the nail, no not one of them touches, but suddenly, at some point - Bang, and they fall like stones. In complete silence, complete stillness, no fly flies by and they clap. No reason at all. Why at this moment? Unknown. Pop. What happens to the nail when he decides he can no longer? Surely he, poor man, has a soul? Does he take decisions? They have long discussed that with the picture, they were afraid, they talked about it all evening long, and so for many years, then decided on the date, hour, minute, second, and now, please clap. Or they knew about everything in advance, from the very beginning, these two, everything is already planned - see, I'll loosen the rope after seven years, and I get it, okay then, agreed on 13 may, well, around six, give a quarter to six, okay, well, then Goodnight, Goodnight. Seven years later, 13 may, at a quarter to six, pop. Nothing is clear. This is one of those things that is better not to think, otherwise you'll go crazy. When falls the picture. When you Wake up one morning and realize that I no longer love her. When you open the newspaper and read that war broke out. When you see a train and think: should I go from here. When you look in the mirror and realize that old...