Sergey Dyachenko - Vita Nostra

“I know. Sasha, there is no reason to worry and no reason to upset her. You can introduce her to Oleg Borisovich, to me… to other professors. Give her a tour of the Institute. But the sooner she goes back home, the better it will be for her and for you.”

“Right,” Sasha said. “Nikolay Valerievich… I have one more question.”

“Yes?”

“What is a verb in the subjunctive mood?”

“Do you have a young man named Yegor Dorofeev in mind?”

Sasha sat up straight.

“Yes.”

Deep in thought, Sterkh touched his sharp chin:

“It is a fairly rare specialization. All verbs are extremely valuable, but the subjunctive mood has its own specific nature. When it comes to Speech, it specifies projecting structures that unfold a fan of possibilities. You and Yegor are no longer together, am I correct?”

Sasha frowned:

“Is that important?”

Sterkh stretched, rearranging his folded wings:

“You don’t think that is any of my business? Just as you wish. Let us repeat the step-by-step inner transformations…”

“Yes, we broke up,” Sasha said through gritted teeth. “And so we have nothing in common any longer.”

“You are on edge,” Sterkh sighed. “You are worried about the situation with your mother. Fine, let us continue this discussion. Verbs in the subjunctive mood are very vulnerable. The uncertainty of such verbs… Sometimes—during the formative period—a person like that, especially a young person, may become a shadow of another verb. A verb in the imperative mood. The imperative entity leaves imprints, the subjunctive entity accepts them. Like stamps and sealing wax, like molds and putty, like two DNA strands… Thus, the subjunctive entity lives and acts the way the imperative entity wants it to, whether consciously or subconsciously.”

Sasha’s jaw dropped.

“I said ‘may become,’ I did not say “that is what always happens.’ But this much is certain: the boy fell in love with you when you needed it, and broke up with you when it was necessary for you.”

“I didn’t want him to break up with me! It’s just the opposite, it was important that he stay with me! Because at that moment…”

“I understand perfectly. You did not want him to. But you needed for him to break up with you. You had to be alone.”

Sasha was silent for a long time. Sterkh did not rush her; he leafed through his daily planner, rubbing his chin.

Only a year ago Sasha may have had a breakdown over such news. She would have tried to not believe it. She would have surrendered to despair.

Now she found herself perfectly calm. As if everything Sterkh was talking about she knew or had predicted in advance.

“Nikolay Valerievich. Are you sure I influenced Yegor?”

“I am not sure,” Sterkh looked her in the eyes. “But I cannot exclude such a possibility.”

“Is this… Will this have an impact on his fate?”

“He’s long been removed from under your influence. I spoke with his Introduction to Applied Science professor, she consulted with me. He is a talented but a very complex student. Unfortunately he is not particularly diligent. He needs to study harder; he missed a lot during his first year.”

“He will study,” Sasha said firmly. “I will talk to him.”

Mom sat at the table, half-turned to the window, at the same place where Sasha loved to spend her evenings. The cardboard silhouette of Mom’s face stood out against the background of pink sunset.

Sasha stood still. For a second she thought that Mom was a wax sculpture placed in front of the window. Even her eyes appeared dull and immobile.

“Mom?”

Mom turned her head.

“It’s so beautiful here… the pavement, these buildings… the lanterns are so picturesque. Did you have your class?”

“Yes.”

“What did you do?”

“The usual student stuff. Textbooks, notes… let’s go downstairs to the café and get some food.”

“I am not hungry. I had some tea, washed my cup… You are so good, everything looks so neat. Such a nice apartment,” Mom spoke looking at Sasha—and at the same time not seeing her.

“Did you call home?”

“Yes… Everything is fine, but it’s hard for Valentin, obviously. He has some issues at work, he’s missed quite a few days, and taking time off right now is not very convenient. And I feel so anxious…”

Sasha took the plunge:

“You should go home tonight. I will take you to the station.”

“Sasha…”

“You came to see how I live and where I go to school, right? Well, now you have seen that I live well, and I study like any normal student. Or are you planning a full inspection?”

“Sasha…” Mom faltered.

“Let’s not fight anymore,” Sasha said firmly. “Forget everything I said, it’s all nonsense, and it’s just words. You should go tonight, otherwise… who knows what could happen while they are at home by themselves.”

Mom took a deep ragged breath. Not letting her say another word, Sasha picked up her overnight bag:

“Let’s go. It takes time to get to the station, then we have to get you a ticket…. Get some supper at the café…”

Sad but determined, Mom shook her head:

“Sasha, I made a decision. You are coming with me.”

Sasha dropped her bag on the floor:

“You know, I am a student here. I have classes tomorrow!”

“Who are you trying to deceive?” Mom asked gently. “Your endless and very complex studies, additional lectures, even in the summer… For what? To prepare you for teaching philosophy at some vocational school?”

Sasha found herself at a loss.

She had an unshakeable belief in the informational “fog” surrounding the Institute and everything connected to it. Mom’s calm logic left her unarmed in the middle of the playing field.

“Sasha, I bear all the guilt here. But you are my daughter, and I am not leaving you here. I don’t know what is going on here, but I feel that something is wrong. I don’t want you to have anything to do with Torpa. If it is necessary, I will find a lawyer. Or a doctor. Or… if I need to, I will sell our apartment, I will withdraw all our money from the saving account, but if you are in trouble—I will help you!”

The pink phone on Sasha’s neck rang sharply.

She had never heard its ringtone before. “This old granny had two jolly geese…” It was loud, shrill, reedy.

Mom stopped talking and looked at Sasha in surprise:

“Answer it. What’s with you?”

Everything had already happened. Everything just happened. Holding onto the edge of the bureau, Sasha lifted the phone to her ear:

“Hello.”

“Sasha! Sasha, it’s Valentin!”

The screaming voice was full of terror.

“Is your mother there? With you? I can’t get hold of her!”

“She’s here,” Sasha said. At least she tried to say it.

“Hello! Can you hear me?”

“Yes. She’s here.”

“Give her the phone!”

Moving her dead fingers, Sasha pulled the pink cord off her neck and gave the phone to Mom.

“Hello, Valentin? My battery went… What? What?!”

Sasha clutched the bureau with both hands.

“There were nine! I took one yesterday… yes… God, how could you… Nine, count them, there should be nine pills…”

Mom choked. Her face went white in the light of the setting sun. Sasha shut her eyes.

“Nine,” Mom exhaled. “Did you count them? Nine… I’m sure. Yes, I took one, I am positive. There were only nine. Are you sure? Oh god…”

Mom caught her breath. Inhaled deeply—exhaled. And one more time. Valentin kept talking, rapidly, almost choking.

“Calm down,” Mom said finally. “I’m leaving now. Relax, everything is fine. You can explain to the ambulance. It’s a lesson to both of us. I left it there… I just didn’t think he’d reach as high as the shelf. It’s all right, wait for me, I’ll be home in the morning… I love you.”