Wieslaw Mysliwski - A Treatise on Shelling Beans

They agreed on a Saturday evening when the site would be deserted, so no one would see it. A lot of people working on the site would leave after work on Saturday to travel to their families. The watchmen at the gatehouse would get a bottle of vodka so they wouldn’t see anything or hear anything. Just in case, he’d tell them it was his birthday. They’d cover the window, the table would serve as an altar, they’d cover it with a white cloth. He’d buy candles. It would be good to have a crucifix, he didn’t know if the Priest had one. Maybe she had one at home, she should bring it. But she should make sure no one saw her. So she did. Do you think she was being gullible? I doubt it. Desire is stronger than suspicion.

She wanted a wedding dress, a white one, because she’d always dreamed of getting married in a white dress with a train. He gave it some thought. No problem, she’d have one, he’d buy it for her. He’d go into town and buy it. She didn’t have to go with him. He’d get her the most beautiful one, the most expensive one. If she went with him someone might twig. She shouldn’t worry, it would be the right size. It’d fit her like a glove. How tall was she exactly? That’s what he thought. And her hips and waist, and here? That’s what he thought. So why did she need to go? What if someone saw them together in the store, and her trying on a wedding dress, then there’d be problems. It wasn’t their fault they were living in such times. He wished they’d met in a different age. But she herself could see it was best if he went alone. White shoes? He’d buy her white shoes. What size was she? That’s what he thought. Just in case, she should draw the outline of her foot on a sheet of paper. That way he’d be more confident. Especially since with shoes it can happen that even though they’re the right size, they turn out to be too tight or too loose. Would she also like white gloves? He could get her some white gloves while he was about it. What else would she like?

How do I know all this? You’ve never worked on a building site? Then you don’t know much about life. On a building site everyone knows everything. You don’t even need to eavesdrop. You don’t need to see, you don’t need to guess. You could say that what happens, what’s said, what someone feels, what they think about, that first off everyone knows it. Then what comes next only confirms it.

Anyhow, she didn’t want any white gloves, because why should he spend more money on gloves. No, she didn’t want gloves. It was it was going to be an expensive enough business as it was. The dress alone, you say it’ll be the most beautiful one, the most expensive one. Then how much will the shoes cost? Plus, she’d never seen anyone get married in gloves. She used to go to nearly every wedding at her church. Every wedding kind of changed her life for a moment. She’d gone since she was a girl. Even when it was total strangers getting married, she’d still go. When old people got married there was never much of a crowd, but she would be there. So what if they were old? It was still a wedding. And when they promised they’d never leave each other she would feel her heart pounding in her chest, tears welling in her eyes. But she’d never seen a bride in gloves. I mean, they had to put rings on their fingers, and what, was she supposed to take off a glove at that moment?

All of a sudden she realized he’d forgotten about the rings. He had to buy rings. He didn’t have to because he already had them. He’d thought ahead. He took them out and unwrapped them, told her to try one on. How did he know it would be the right size for her finger? If it didn’t fit this finger it would go on that one. Try it on. If it’s too big, later on we’ll give it to a jeweler and have it made smaller. If it’s too small, she can put it on her pinkie finger for now. Later on we’ll give it to a jeweler and have it enlarged. He’d bought them some time ago, before he was working on the foreign contract. An opportunity had come along when someone lost at cards and didn’t have anything else to pay with. No, he didn’t play cards, not him. He’d bought them off the guy that lost. He’d figured they might come in handy. And they had. He’d forgotten about them, it was only when he saw her in the cafeteria that he remembered he had them. It was like those rings had chosen her to be his wife. Though they wouldn’t be able to wear them for the moment. After the wedding they’d take them off and he’d keep them safe. Once his contract was over they could put them back on. Maybe they’d go away somewhere. Maybe abroad. He’d try and pull some strings in the foreign company whose machinery they were installing.

Who wouldn’t have swallowed it all, you tell me. Common sense might have made her suspicious. But common sense always loses out to life. She was working in a cafeteria, and bam. Soup, main course, bam. Anyone who wanted could grab hold of her braid, but he lifted it on his outspread palm and weighed it to see if it was maybe made of gold. Common sense tells you to be wary of any love, because you never know where it might lead you. Common sense tells you you should be wary of yourself. But it isn’t people that create common sense for themselves. And what is common sense anyway? You tell me that. And I’ll tell you back that no one could survive in life by just following common sense. Common sense is all well and good … But all it really is, is what you say when you don’t know what else to say.

It’s too bad you didn’t know him, you could’ve warned her. You didn’t know him? Though she wouldn’t have believed you anyway, of that I’m sure. No one can ever be drawn away from love. And if you ask me, they shouldn’t be. When someone’s drawn away you never know where they’ll end up.

I thought the Priest might not agree. But they made him. Is it so hard to force a man to go against himself? We go against ourselves all the time just to avoid trouble. They forced him to do it by saying they’d put the word out. I told you he kept away from girls. No, that no one knew. There has to be something you don’t know even when you know everything. He’d quit seminary, that much was known. He kept a surplice and stole and a Bible in a suitcase, that much was known. Before he started his lunch in the cafeteria he would cross himself, he prayed every evening before he went to bed, he never missed Sunday Mass, so everyone thought he still kept up his calling. Even I didn’t know, and we’d often had long conversations together when I climbed to where he was working up aloft. How did the other man know? I couldn’t say. I don’t want to make accusations without any proof. In any case, if word had gotten around, his life on the site would have been miserable. It wouldn’t have made any difference that he was one of the best welders, in fact the very best. And it would have followed him to other sites. He would never have gotten his life back.

They covered the window just like he said. What it looked like inside, we only knew from what one of the watchmen said. The other watchmen had sent him from the watch house to ask for another bottle, because they’d finished what they’d been given. But the moment he crossed the threshold they stuck the bottle in his hand and pushed him back out the door. So he didn’t get to see if the table was covered with a white cloth, whether candles were lit, whether there was a crucifix. All he saw was that they were all drunk, especially her. He didn’t see if the Priest was there. Maybe he left right after the wedding. Though it would have been strange if he hadn’t gotten drunk too.

Besides, what could a watchman like that actually see when he was drunk himself, and every drunk thinks that it’s other people who are drunk, not him. The watchmen had supposedly been given a crate of vodka, and they’d drunk the whole lot when they sent him out for another bottle. You can imagine how far gone he was. The watchmen were like that. They had uniforms and rifles, but things were always getting pinched from the site. One time someone even stole a tractor. And they didn’t see a thing. So how could you believe him? But he said what he said, and other people repeated his words after him.