Mariam Petrosyan
The Gray House
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Text copyright © 2009 Mariam Petrosyan
Translation copyright © 2017 Yuri Machkasov
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Previously published as "Dom v kotorim..." by Gayatri/Livebook in Russia in 2009. Translated from Russian by Yuri Machkasov. First published in English by AmazonCrossing in 2017.
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ISBN-13: 9781503942813
ISBN-10: 1503942813
Cover design by David Drummond
CONTENTS
BOOK ONE SMOKER
THE HOUSE MALE STUDENTS
AS OF BOOK ONE
The House sits ...
SMOKER ON CERTAIN ADVANTAGES OF TRAINING FOOTWEAR
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
THE HOUSE
SMOKER OF CONCRETE AND THE INEFFABLE PROPERTIES OF MIRRORS
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
THE BACKYARD INTERLUDE
SMOKER OF BATS, DRAGONS, AND BASILISK EGGSHELLS
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
THE FOREST
SMOKER VISITING THE CAGE
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
SPHINX VISITING THE SEPULCHER
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
SMOKER ON MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING BETWEEN BLACK SHEEP
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
SMOKER POMPEY's LAST STAND
BOOK TWO EIGHT DAYS IN THE LIFE OF JACKAL
THE HOUSE MALE STUDENTS
AS OF BOOK TWO
RALPH A SIDEWAYS GLANCE AT GRAFFITI
TABAQUI DAY THE FIRST
SMOKER ON APHIDS AND UNTAMED BULL TERRIERS
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
TABAQUI DAY THE SECOND
THE CONFESSION OF THE SCARLET DRAGON
TABAQUI DAY THE THIRD
TABAQUI DAY THE FOURTH
THE SOOT OF THE STREETS SHARDS
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
TABAQUI DAY THE FIFTH
TABAQUI DAY THE SIXTH
THE HOUSE INTERLUDE
A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CORRIDOR
WALKING WITH THE BIRD
TABAQUI DAY THE SEVENTH
SORCERY
BASILISKS
GHOST
TABAQUI DAY THE EIGHTH
THE LONGEST NIGHT
SPHINX THE LONGEST NIGHT
BOOK THREE THE ABANDONED NESTS
THE HOUSE MALE STUDENTS
AS OF THE END OF BOOK THREE
SPHINX
SPHINX
RED
RALPH
SMOKER
BLIND
TABAQUI
SPHINX
SMOKER
NOBLE's TALE
GINGER's TALE
SMOKER (CONTINUED)
RED's TALE
TABAQUI's TALE
SMOKER (CONTINUED)
EPILOGUE TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE
BETWEEN THE WORLDS
VOICES FROM THE OUTSIDES
THE HAPPY BOY
THE ENCOUNTER
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR
BOOK ONE
SMOKER
THE HOUSE MALE STUDENTS
FOURTH
BLIND
SPHINX
(TABAQUI)
BLACK
HUMPBACK
(NOBLE)
LARY*
ALEXANDER
( TUBBY)
(SMOKER)
THIRD BIRDS
VULTURE
(LIZARD)
(ANGEL)
DODO
HORSE*
(BUTTERFLY)
(DEAREST)
GUPPY
BUBBLE*
BEAUTY
ELEPHANT
( FICUS)
( SHRUB)
SECOND RATS
RED
SOLOMON
SQUIB
DON
VIKING
CORPSE
ZEBRA
HYBRID*
MONKEY*
MICROBE*
TERMITE*
PORCUPINE
SUMAC
CARRION
RINGER*
TINY
WHITEBELLY
GREENERY
DAWDLER
AS OF BOOK ONE
SIXTH HOUNDS
POMPEY
CROOK
(OWL)
GNOME
SHUFFLE
LAURUS
WOOLLY
RABBIT
ZIT*
TRITON
(SLEEPY)
GENEPOOL*
DEALWITHIT*
SPLUTTER*
(HEADLIGHT)
(HASTEWASTE)
EARS
NUTTER
RICKSHAW
BAGMAN
CRAB
(FLIPPER)
FIRST PHEASANTS
(GIN)
(PROFESSOR)
(BITER)
(GHOUL)
(STRAW)
(STICKS)
(BRICKS)
(CRYBABY)
(GYPS)
(HAMSTER)
KIT
(BOOGER)
(CUPCAKE)
(SNIFFLE)
(PIDDLER)
LEGEND
(PARENTHESES):
WHEELERS
UNDERLINED:
INSENSIBLE
BOLD:
UNDER 17
STARRED*:
BANDAR-LOGS
PHEASANT CRYBABY IS NOT THE SAME PERSON AS CRYBABY OF THE “PAST” EPISODES, WHO BECAME HORSE
The House sits on the outskirts of town. The neighborhood is called the Comb. The long buildings of the projects here are arranged in jagged rows, with empty cement squares between them—the intended playgrounds for the young Combers. The teeth of the comb are white. They stare with many eyes and they all look just the same. In places where they haven't sprouted yet, there are the fenced vacant lots. The piles of debris from the houses already knocked down, nesting grounds for rats and stray dogs, are much more appealing to the young Combers than the empty spaces between the teeth.
In the no-man's-land between the two worlds—that of the teeth and that of the dumps—is the House. They call it Gray House. It is old, closer in age to the dumps, the graveyards of its contemporaries. It stands alone, as the other houses shun it, and it doesn't look like a tooth, since it is not struggling upward. Three stories high, facing the highway, it too has a backyard—a narrow rectangle cordoned off by chicken wire. It was white when built. It has since become gray, and yellowish from the other side, toward the back. It is bristling with aerials; it is strewn with cables; it is raining down plaster and weeping from the cracks. Additions and sheds cling to it, along with doghouses and garbage bins, all in the back. The facade is bare and somber, just the way it is supposed to be.
Nobody likes Gray House. No one would admit it openly, but the inhabitants of the Comb would rather not have it in their neighborhood. They would rather it didn't exist at all.
SMOKER
ON CERTAIN ADVANTAGES OF TRAINING FOOTWEAR
It all started with the red sneakers. I found them at the bottom of my bag. The personal-possessions bag, that's what it was called. Only there was never anything in it with any touch of personality. Two standard-issue towels, a bunch of handkerchiefs, and dirty laundry. Same as everyone else. All bags, all towels, socks, briefs—all identical, so that nobody would feel slighted.
It was an accident that I found them. I'd lost sight of them long ago. An old present from someone forgotten, from the previous life. Bright red, wrapped in shiny plastic, the soles striped like a candy cane. I tore open the package, ran my fingers over the flaming laces, and quickly put on the shoes. My legs looked funny. I forgot they could look like that. They acquired this unfamiliar walking feel.
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