The School

by Donald Barthelme

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Well, we had all these children out planting trees, see, because we figured that… that was part of their education, to see how, you know, the root systems… and also the sense of responsibility, taking care of things, being individually responsible. You know what I mean. And the trees all died. They were orange trees. I don’t know why they died, they just died. Something wrong with the soil possibly or maybe the stuff we got from the nursery wasn’t the best. We complained about it. So we’ve got thirty kids there, each kid had his or her own little tree to plant and we’ve got these thirty dead trees. All these kids looking at these little brown sticks, it was depressing.

It wouldn’t have been so bad except that just a couple of weeks before the thing with the trees, the snakes all died. But I think that the snakes—well, the reason that the snakes kicked off was that… you remember, the boiler was shut off for four days because of the strike, and that was explicable. It was something you could explain to the kids because of the strike. I mean, none of their parents would let them cross the picket line and they knew there was a strike going on and what it meant. So when things got started up again and we found the snakes they weren’t too disturbed.

With the herb gardens it was probably a case of overwatering, and at least now they know not to overwater. The children were very conscientious with the herb gardens and some of them probably… you know, slipped them a little extra water when we weren’t looking. Or maybe… well, I don’t like to think about sabotage, although it did occur to us. I mean, it was something that crossed our minds. We were thinking that way probably because before that the gerbils had died, and the white mice had died, and the salamander… well, now they know not to carry them around in plastic bags.

Of course we expected the tropical fish to die, that was no surprise. Those numbers, you look at them crooked and they’re belly-up on the surface. But the lesson plan called for a tropical fish input at that point, there was nothing we could do, it happens every year, you just have to hurry past it.

We weren’t even supposed to have a puppy.

We weren’t even supposed to have one, it was just a puppy the Murdoch girl found under a Gristede’s truck one day and she was afraid the truck would run over it when the driver had finished making his delivery, so she stuck it in her knapsack and brought it to the school with her. So we had this puppy. As soon as I saw the puppy I thought, Oh Christ, I bet it will live for about two weeks and then… And that’s what it did. It wasn’t supposed to be in the classroom at all, there’s some kind of regulation about it, but you can’t tell them they can’t have a puppy when the puppy is already there, right in front of them, running around on the floor and yap yap yapping. They named it Edgar—that is, they named it after me. They had a lot of fun running after it and yelling, “Here, Edgar! Nice Edgar!” Then they’d laugh like hell. They enjoyed the ambiguity. I enjoyed it myself. I don’t mind being kidded. They made a little house for it in the supply closet and all that. I don’t know what it died of. Distemper, I guess. It probably hadn’t had any shots. I got it out of there before the kids got to school. I checked the supply closet each morning, routinely, because I knew what was going to happen. I gave it to the custodian.

And then there was this Korean orphan that the class adopted through the Help the Children program, all the kids brought in a quarter a month, that was the idea. It was an unfortunate thing, the kid’s name was Kim and maybe we adopted him too late or something. The cause of death was not stated in the letter we got, they suggested we adopt another child instead and sent us some interesting case histories, but we didn’t have the heart. The class took it pretty hard, they began (I think, nobody ever said anything to me directly) to feel that maybe there was something wrong with the school. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the school, particularly, I’ve seen better and I’ve seen worse. It was just a run of bad luck. We had an extraordinary number of parents passing away, for instance. There were I think two heart attacks and two suicides, one drowning, and four killed together in a car accident. One stroke. And we had the usual heavy mortality rate among the grandparents, or maybe it was heavier this year, it seemed so. And finally the tragedy.

The tragedy occurred when Matthew Wein and Tony Mavrogordo were playing over where they’re excavating for the new federal office building. There were all these big wooden beams stacked, you know, at the edge of the excavation. There’s a court case coming out of that, the parents are claiming that the beams were poorly stacked. I don’t know what’s true and what’s not. It’s been a strange year.

I forgot to mention Billy Brandt’s father who was knifed fatally when he grappled with a masked intruder in his home.

One day, we had a discussion in class. They asked me, where did they go? The trees, the salamander, the tropical fish, Edgar, the poppas and mommas, Matthew and Tony, where did they go? And I said, I don’t know, I don’t know. And they said, who knows? and I said, nobody knows. And they said, is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said no, life is that which gives meaning to life. Then they said, but isn’t death, considered as a fundamental datum, the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of the everyday may be transcended in the direction of—
I said, yes, maybe.
They said, we don’t like it.
I said, that’s sound.
They said, it’s a bloody shame!
I said, it is.
They said, will you make love now with Helen (our teaching assistant) so that we can see how it is done? We know you like Helen.
I do like Helen but I said that I would not.
We’ve heard so much about it, they said, but we’ve never seen it.
I said I would be fired and that it was never, or almost never, done as a demonstration. Helen looked out of the window.
They said, please, please make love with Helen, we require an assertion of value, we are frightened.
I said that they shouldn’t be frightened (although I am often frightened) and that there was value everywhere. Helen came and embraced me. I kissed her a few times on the brow. We held each other. The children were excited. Then there was a knock on the door, I opened the door, and the new gerbil walked in. The children cheered wildly.



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17 комментариев к “The School
  1. максим

    фуу, какая ужасная аудиозапись ! Он не просто говорит быстро , а ещё специально говорит быстрее чем нужно!

  2. Виталий

    Спасибо за текст и за аудиозапись. Разбирал со словарем)

  3. роман

    а можно узнать,автор писал его как шуточный рассказ?

    • Марина Борисова

      Ну, рассказ, определённо, юмористический. Другое дело, что юмор чёрный.

  4. artur

    спасибо за черный юмор

  5. Ludmila

    da net, eto ne cherniy yumor,zdes´ filosofiya.

  6. Nicka

    Я вообще ничего не поняла, можете коротко рассказать суть, пожалуйста.. Заранее спс)

  7. Vadim

    Рассказ очень смешной. Супер. Что такое «навезение», я бы его назвал .

  8. Алексей

    Мариночка, а есть еще тексты для среднего уровня?
    Is The school last story?

    • Марина Борисова

      Все рассказы тут, больше пока нет. Последний (по времени) — The man who cut off my hair. Постараюсь в ближайшее время выложить ещё.

  9. dima ona two

    понял 90%, но не понял где здесь юмор) пока не зашел в комментарии, думал это драма какая-то
    хоть к черному юмору нормально отношусь

    • Марина Борисова

      Просто тут он очень уж чёрный :)

      • Никита

        Здравствуйте Марина, у вас прекрасный сайт! Хотел узнать, будут ли ещё тексты этого уровня?))

        • Марина Борисова

          Рада, что сайт вам нравится! Обязательно постараюсь выкладывать ещё рассказы!

      • Ира

        Рассказ напомнил Александра Иванова с рассказом про Красную Пашечку, как пародию на какого-то писателя, у которого все герои долго болели и умирали по любому поводу))).

  10. Евгебах

    Вот-вот, до меня тоже не дошло… От чего они все умирали-то? Предполагаю, что это всё не случайно — дети ведь обмолвились, что «смерть это то, что придаёт смысл жизни». Думаю, умереть всем этим несчастным кто-то помогал.

  11. юрий

    пожалуй этот рассказ тяжелее для перевода,чем некоторые повышенной трудности,другой народ,мозги другие,юмор другой уродский,да вся Европа дурная,другая цивилизация,а языком занимаюсь,чтобы мозги не засохли!

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