SHAUT AND HIS WIFE
The father stood by the
ice-cream box. He smiled constantly while filling up the sides of the
box with blocks of ice which he sprinkled with salt.(1) Then he looked
at his wife. The woman sat at a little distance, close to the pillar of
sunshine brilliantly reflected from the ceiling. She was patching up-who
knows how many patches she had already put on that piece of cloth-the
shirt of her seventh child.
‘’What are you thinking about,
woman?’’ said the father. ‘’Are you thinking about the fact that you are
going to be a doctor’s mother?’’
The woman laughed,
‘’You are thinking about that
much more than I do,’’ she said, ‘’I swear you’re bursting with pride at
the idea of being a doctor’s father.’’
‘’Yes, woman, why should I lie,
I am bursting with pride. We'll have a big house. I shall wear
clean clothes...Just think of it, I shall sit in an expensive
coffee-house, cross my legs and smoke a water pipe. I shall be the
father of a doctor. It's not something to be looked down upon.’’
The woman laid her sewing on her
knees and rubbed her eyes:
‘’I guess I am dreaming all the
time. You know those doctors’ houses in Abidin pasha Avenue. Well, we’re
living in one of those houses in the biggest and highest one. On the
door, my son has a plate with his name on it. Shall I tell you
something? Every single day, with my own hands I shall wash my son’s
plate with soap and water. I swear I shall not behave like a
mother-in-law to my son’s wife. I shall be terribly fond of my grand
children...’’
‘’So shall I ‘’ said the man;
‘’every afternoon I shall take them for a walk in the park. A child is
like a flower: fresh air, plenty of sunshine..’’
‘’I shall sweep the floor
myself, I shall wash their laundry with my own hands. It’s not good
leaving such works to strangers, they might make a mess of it. I shall
also fix their clothes.’’
‘’They shall probably give us a
room in their big house. Feeding us will not cost them a lot. Anyway,
we’ll be even older then...’’
‘’We’ll die in peace and be
buried like decent human beings...’’
‘’I tell you I will not die in
peace, if one day, after my son becomes a doctor, I cannot cross my legs
right in the presence of my friends and enemies and smoke a fine water
pipe.’’
‘’They will of course eat their
food with a fork and a knife. Do you think we ‘ll be able to manage
that?’’
‘’Oh why make a fuss about it?
We’ll withdraw into our room and stick to our old customs.’’
‘’We won’t even show ourselves
to their guests. When visitors come, we’ll withdraw to our room and lock
the door...’’
‘’We’ll make their coffee and
hand it in at their door.’’
‘’Of course, we'll have to make
their coffee.’’
‘’Woman,if only I could cross my
legs in the presence of my friends and enemies and smoke a fine water
pipe in my old age. If only I could do that...’’
‘’Well, what then..?’’
‘’Then, God can take my soul if
he wants to.’’
With his strong hands he started
to turn the ice-cream box which stood among the salty blocks of ice.
Orhan
Kemal
1) A primitive way of making
ice-cream
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