Obsession

By Waldemar Wnuk

Jerking from convulsions of stress, she couldnt concentrate on her own words expression. Before, she had planned to explain everything in detail to describe her existential situation as a creator and the way she puts aquarelles on canvasthe technology of painting and drawing. She had all of it already in her head, but now it depressed into thousands of ideas, thousands of thoughts, drilling in her mind like a bees hive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524679606

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Contents

BOOK I

BOOK II

BOOK I

J erking by convulsions of stress. She couldn’t concentrate on her own word’s expression. Before she had planned to explain everything in details. To describe hers existential situation as creator. The way haw

she puts aquarelles on canvas. Technology of paint drawing. She had all of it already in head, but now it depressed in thousands ideas, thousands of thoughts drilling her mind like bee’s hive.

Hurled from inside herself abbreviate tenses, as from volcano. Chaotically and convulsive way:

This one I painted one night through. – Here you can see, the most representative motive from my The Diabolic Circle… Old lady looked at her meaningfully. Deeply in her grey eyes:

Baby I know, that you are an artist and that it is only your imagination, but wherefrom in such nice person, such thoughts? Sylvia burst with laugh…

Those are real monsters. Vulgar and pervert. I know it, but wasn’t Dante described Hell? Isn’t an artist allowed for perverse and to striking in recipient by ugliness? Woman meditated and embraced her arm.

Take care of yourself baby. Don’t let one night monsters to emerge from you out. Such as Poe were seen it, who finished tragically. Roman laughed sarcastically.

I have having lastly lots in common with this monster and I promises you, that don’t let to black clouds coming over her head. For me her Art is monstrously beautiful, but she is my sun and hope and green light and hope inside my head.

Well… lets you me then forgive that aged oversensitivity.

No. No… Energetically shook head – It is natural. It has be terrifying, as the devil’s horns, and my posture is rather modest. It is very kind of yours, that you became anxious. I have had already such signals. The Culture, or rather Mr Editor Agent Niewiadomsky, described my painting in term: Artistic Pornography. I don’t agree. Genitals exposition it is not my idea, but to catch menstrual situation of sexual violence. Of course. Only in The Diabolic Cycle. I have also my shiny reminiscences. Let you only look at second wall. It is cycle : The Green Sun. Here I put aquarelles smudges such to directing thoughts toward highlands. Toward the sun. Toward goodness. Toward hope and toward happiness. I have having such cherish ecstasies too. Then, up to blood pulsing in my arteries and black spots veiling eyes. – In the chamber fleshes of cameras flashed, such as journalists wanted to prove her wards, what she said about The Green Sun.

He was breaking through the crowd violently, such as to swim against current, rising hands over waves. Little man wore in glasses and with long moustache.

Well. We just talked about you. That is Mr Editor Agent Niewiadomsky from The Culture indeed, who I just mentioned. – Roman clouded his face over, as thundercloud and with disdain expression on his face, stared gloomy sight little man:

Do you think that insulting in paper young woman is thing worth real man?

O… Mr… Mr Wilanowsky… You are here too… I was yesterday at your Conference. I am still under impression – Sylvia began pulling energetically Roman’s sweeter sleeve: It is misunderstanding. No. Those aren’t invectives directed to me, Roman. It is only term, which I don’t like, but to which critic has full right. I don’t know really. It is really shocking and with certainty very erotic… Well… I have similar reception. – Agreed with her Niewiadomsky…

And about respect, that you are unjust. I am that one, who was in support it, to inset this critic wards in The Culture… You know, there are lots artists. Many just genial graduates of artistic academies, who cant get any ward of review, any ward in media. It is horrible situation. My critic is usually cruel, but bloody. When I do write of The Artistic Pornography, I consciously stricken in recipient and provoke him to come over to exposition and to sacrifice his attention for creativity our charming debutant Sylvia Kreizler.

After consideration I forgive you. Finally, it is sexual extravagancy.

Yes… Broke through in her ward.

And in the most aggressive, sadistic form. No. I don’t care of apology. Prejudiced Roman’s wards. Only of proper understanding. Let look, wherever, at that aquarelle… Came up, such close to canvas, as wanted to touch it lips. Such as he had it just five millimetres from glasses…

O! Here, in the corner is title: Heart uprooted by rapist. And what are you thinking about? Already title itself striking as thunder. – And this blackness flowing from victim face and this pus licking in streams from criminal lips. – Sylvia became ashamed. Charming flush covered her childish yet in this light face. – I don’t know, what I can say. I had such vision. When I was painting it, my heart thundered as hammer. I was all flooded by sweat, and paint swam through the canvas, such as was in hands some mystery power… Art is for those, who don’t hesitate in front of any challenges. And I don’t acknowledge in this matter any ethical barriers.

Well! It is topic for longer conversation. If you want to know, what I think about, let just reach for my last book: Demon of Art. Border between free expression and ethical standards is like this one between love and sex.

Excellent generalization. I don’t think, but painting… It is my work and my destination.

Well… May letter on by cup of coffee you will talk over these your bends. Now Sylvia let go to the middle and tell a few words from deep of your soul. Such it was agreed. People have right to that. Look! How many of them travelled here especially for you. It is your great day. Take care my little one! Juicy smacked her in ass and her jeans whirred. May a bit too strong. Then caressed her ass hand. – Then… Let go my little frog. You must pass it through. – Sylvia broke through to the meddle and began her monologue, breaking by enigmatic questions from audience…

How old you are? – Do you imitate same concrete Art School? Or painter? Who caused, that we are here today?

Roman. Of course Smiled wildly toward sailed away already toward Coffee in black suit Roman. Greeting her yet hand. Mastered her minds and stream of her eloquence flooded silent already and concentrated on her person audience.

In Coffee, they were sitting with Niewiadomsky, who had to go already too and had just for fifteen minutes taxi.

Can I return yet to your Media Conference? – Yes. Of course, but very quickly, because I have to already run to Airport. Plane wont be waiting for me in infiniteness.

All right, then I try sum it up.

Do you believe in Walls of Europe Plan, which you exposed yesterday?

What the question is? If I exposed it, I must believe in it. Although it is far away. It is work, which require sacrifices and what is the most important… spelled: t o l e r a n c e… It sound for me as Science Fiction.

I don’t agree. You can find similar idea, for example in Zbigniew Brzezinsky works. It is not a fresh idea. Or in Gorbachev writings – Suddenly reminded Europe from Atlantic to Pacific… Game go on rather of new energy, of collective will, to introduce The Walls of Europe to live… to people understand, how advantages it can bring for all sides of agreement.

Since yesterday, Roman Wilanovsky is on wave all European media…

I have hope. I would like to keep it still like that and then, may be… Contemplated – The great Roman’s dream will come true and European Culture becomes symbol of standards humans’ activity…

These are beautiful wards, but are all desire that?

O! Certainly not everybody, but for majority, in my deep understanding, it will bring huge advantages…

Passed just six months, but for him it was already as all eternity. Accustomed to her sight, longing for her fragrance… with the biggest effort concentrated on any other object on the earth…

This morning he chased time. Tripped of his own legs. Too much time spent last night to correct his speech in Geneva. Every single ward began to have extreme importance. Every single ward was already cited and put under media pressure…

Sylvia emerged such suddenly from hotel room, that he who ran as mad, with partly closed yet eyes, just bumped into her wore in maid like uniform, in frivolously short miniskirt and pinned up black hair, also partly sleeping and with blinked eyes... Well… her state was a result of quite different reasons. She had rounded eyes and even didn’t have power, to be angry at him for that impoliteness. She only stood, as run down by lorry. Door which she opened rebounded and painfully stroke corpse of her body…

Meaningfully and with reproach looked at Roman, who dropped case with documents from hands and those glided through corridor, his golden thoughts, estimates, schemes, dates… Just after few minutes of confusion, both on knees collected papers… Now recognized from suite and perfumes, silk tie with golden clamps, that he is some the big fish…

O! There are certainly some important documents! Explored at last some wards from her inside... – No. No… Of course… it is my fault. Everybody and for ages talk to me, to change to electronic media. It is my fault Stared now at her, as neurotically, on four legs, in white stockings, lifting up, page after page and finally got, that behaved arrogant ant brutal… and that hurry has nothing to do with it. Couth her hand:

You are, who due apology. Raised her up and first time looked at her as for woman. She breathed deeply. Her breasts waved from effort. Indiscreetly stared at her décolletage and acknowledged such beautiful shape of body she has. This one who caused his delay.

Whatever, I am already late. Got mobile and in quick, abbreviate tenses, was chatting for more then ten minutes… Hand let girl know, to not escape from place of accident.

Sylvia worked through nights in hotels as maid, with friend, but these poor pennies were not very helpful and counted already only days to agreement expire date, to properly sleep in bed and to release herself from that yoke… She felt as a clown in this ridicules and obscene uniform and Eva laughed, that fells as prostitute in brothel house. But now this costume passed exam in the highest grade. This ignorant seems to be really interested in. May be sometimes? Think passed in her mind.

Can I do apologise you and kidnap for café? That is all about my tiredness.

I am at work, but already is after 4 am and everything is almost done already…

They went inside his apartment, which appeared such two her parent’s flats, pinned by corridor…

First of all, I would like to ask you, is there everything all right?

Well… I afraid it is a little too late for it… At the beginning I have little pain in bones. Such as to have impact with locomotive – Both burst with laugh… He got her hands and started kissing in exchange.

Please forgive me little bird. I am such in hurry…

No problem. I can’t see my eyes too and I know what you feel – Dreamed on stared glassy, romantic sight at her grey eyes…

Yes… We are both hardworking people…

Well… Here I feel note of irony. Somebody has to do that and this job it is not my dreamland. I have had also different emanations…

Understood, that have rather troublesome nut to bite. Released her hands from his, and she corrected blue navy miniskirt…

Rather, I won’t be working here for long. I bored and after all, I don’t have power to painting. I can’t concentrate. Paint dropping down itself from my hands.

Are you painter? That interesting – Really? – She smiled.

Most people lie in this matter. Especially these, who have money. It is rather trendy in elites…

O… if you describe it like that, all Art it is one big lie. You cant die without it. She contemplated. – In my opinion it is something authentic. Something what always been and always will be. Organic human being need. Laughed benevolently… Here I got you student, but it is not exam.

Then, what it is? I am rather not for money. And you are busy man. Raised from chair and as thunder stroke him this cruel truth, that wanted fucking this lovely maid, pretending apology. He didn’t mind about before. Got probably too much routine in this respect and here he got some troublesome case.

Yes… Then you feel disgraced by that situation?

May not disgraced, but it is rather not ambiguous. I sit here wore in this funny uniform, with I feel as naked, in front of good looking businessman, on bed and only to wait, when he start the game.

So far I haven’t started, instead of, that it is charming perspective for me. And I am not businessman, but politician. And it is not the same. Politician is peoples servant and businessman, economy manager.

Now it from you emerged official.

I afraid, that I am really him. – Pulled hand to her.

Roman Wilanowsky. – She repaid him the same:

Sylvia Kreizler. Spark of kindness ignited between them and inhabited in polite smiles… I am rather not interested in Politics…

You don’t have duty. Although, is good to know, who manage us and what wants to do with us.

May be really I should. Now everything fell over my head. Exams in Academy of Fine Art, just around the corner and this job. After all, I do paint and it involves workload too. Jarek, my boyfriend says, that I don’t have time for anything and he must to sit alone…

I am jealous of him. Talented and laborious. – She bloodshed.

I think, that it has sense what I do, that it is something important, but so far I only discus about with friends, and about laboriousness, that my dusts leaving a lot to wish for. – Both burst with laugh. I am happy that I introduce you and do apologise one more time.

I don’t mind. It is only accident and you are very nice.

I try the best. My wife realized that I am somebody absent from rule.

Are you travelling a lot? – My life it is one big travel and I have spent in hotels more time, then in home. – And what children saying about?

So far, I haven’t got any children. – Well… I do apologise. I didn’t want to be arrogant. – Well… It happened like that…

May we can meet once and talk about Art? May I lie, but I think that it is important affair, and not something on which you can save a few pennies, such as some friends of mine think, and especially these ignoramuses from present Konopczynsky Cabinet.

If really with pleasure. But, is there really Third Year Student, the best authority here? – Smiled jealously, but sympathetically.

You couth me again. Well and you have boyfriend for whom you don’t have a time… Nodded with confirmation… And you wife? Who see you only in Christmas Time? – Suddenly atmosphere became gloomy and that little spark of sympathy, which lightened such suddenly between them, smouldered already only a little… She wanted to do something to rescue situation.

May then you can leave visiting card? I don’t know. May you will interested, what youth think about. It is important too. Pooling soon… Silenced for while. Stared at her face. Hand reached cheek. Touched hand exposed neck, threw in her head and kissed upper lip. She sighed passionately, but in last moment got out of his embrace… Well… What is going on at last?

I don’t know. I couldn’t resist myself from it. – Raised. Corrected suite’s jacket. From left pocket pulled out visiting card, with mobile number. On the visiting card was written: Roman Wilanowsky, Chairman of Corporation Walls of Europe" and below mobile number.

I count on this phone. – Sylvia wondered in her own thoughts.

I don’t know. All right. I will call you. – Already quite serious. One more time passed hand to her…

I think, that is a lot to talk about. – To talk about? – Contemplated…

Yes. It took place six months ago and seems to be eternity. Since that time happened so much. She caressed this visiting card in hands and knew that this date can be something really important. Something, what can change the entry live…

They were sitting next to each other. Well… it is form of duel too. Both wore in headphones with microphones. Both were translating by translators. It cost him a lot effort, to reach to the core of this organization. Everyone knew about its existence, but nobody was able to get contact to them. In summer he was just enlightened, when discovered, that Italy Prime Minister has contact to them. They had too big business with Russians, to could be serving by official canals. He won, when Brossi described this organization as Centrum… Victory!

Now, he was sitting next to old man, who in anything didn’t remind Italian Mafioso, but rather Chruszczov at forum ONZ. Blend and aggressive, intensively gesticulating, in suite and only the red tie missed. Surly, had them many in old drawer. Stared straight into his eyes. Just cried out to microphone. Wait only, when takes shoe out and strikes on table top, like Chruszczov, or begins to hand’s fighting.

Brossi informed Roman, to don’t care of his joviality.

Ustinov it is somebody to do business with. Said.

He isn’t a bureaucrat, but the man of deed. When promising something, it is done already. His people are scared of him as of fire. I estimate that 30 Russian oligarchs, mainly from energy branch are focused around his person. In close contact with them staying tycoons from London and New York. Joint asset which they possessing and manage is just unimaginable. I don’t want choosing numbers, because are various valuations. It is confusing. More important is their function in the world economy. Energetic needs of Europe and China are fulfilled by them in 50%. It says itself. Ustinov it is real Duce! Please don’t wrong him with The First Secretary. He is very touchy about. Finished Brossi…

After first reconnaissance by boys from Section A, Jarek Twardowsky, Roman informed them of his plan Walls of Europe, of which personalities from The Business World and Politics, was fortunate already to persuade to that. They seemed to don’t be enthusiastic, but agreed for a meeting.

You say, that represent new generation of politicians. Open for everything and of New Thinking. It is beautiful, but there are empty wards – Explained Ustinov… We in Russia have had lots experts in this matter, and the last was Gorbachev. Mutual relations, new thinking, opening, atmosphere of mutual understanding. – Yawed widely and arrogant.

Roman became irritated in deep of his spirit, but as good player, didn’t let him know of his emotions…

I thought that boys from Section A better exposed it to you. Many people are full of enthusiasm to this idea. Well The Gorbimania stroke quiet strongly in public opinion of The West. Only elites stand still on its stands. Now is different. Now isn’t medial campaign, but are clandestine negotiations with elites. It was reason for create Walls of Europe, which have its representation in media, but its activity providing by underground channels. Usually using Intelligence Service procedures…

And what about Democracy? Wasn’t the Clandestine Diplomacy lifted up already in Versailles Conference? – Ustinov pushed him to wall…

It is necessary. Mainly from American side reason, but also British must be observed. They have vital business; to Wall of Europe stay only fantasy. We have vital business, to make it part of reality… Ustinov corrected himself on armchair, sacked big gulp from glass. Tissue swept sweat from forehead.

All right. I don’t want to bore you. Russia has old anti West traditions, but also old traditions cooperation with West. At least since Ivan the Terrible period. Now despite of fall of Soviet Union, still we have lots to offer for World. We sit on the biggest energetic reserve of world. Recently, Mr President ordered to size military forces the Arctic. This way we posses reserves at least for 50 years… Similarly as countries OPEC and much better then America, which reserves cant last more then 30 years. New technologies changing a little situation. Demand is huge. Into competition enter new economic subjects, as India, or Shanghai Economic Cooperation. There are fallowing two billions people, who will need industry, cars, energy. The question is: in what way you would like to improve our situation? And : don’t you have intention to limited our freedom? – Roman frowned brow. For long moment searched something in suitcase :

Please forgive me, but I don’t want to improvise from memory. Please only remember, that everything what we are talking about, for now stays in secret.

You don’t have to remind me about. Not only President knows standards of Intelligent Service work.

O.K. List, which I am now passing to you, it is list of persons open for Wall of Europe initiative. That isn’t mean, that they share unconditionally my point of view, but think similar way and it is possible to get understanding with them in details. – Pushed, stretching arm pace of paper in Ustinov direction.

It is my dream, to your name also find place on this list. – Ustinov seriously shook head. These statistics, from other side, showing in first part, estimates of potential advantages as result of Wall of Europe realization. Then, influence on prizes, investment schemes, plans of reconstruction. We concern it as Revolution.

Lifted up by emotions Wilanovsky…, but Ustinov stand still… Put on nose little glasses and clumsy as partly illiterate began decipher names and surnames from the list, which Roman passed to him. Wasn’t saying anything, only laughed cheerfully from time to time.

In financial meaning. – Carried on Roman Thing seems to be unquestionable advantageous for Europe and for Russia similarly. Important doubts are still on the table. Geopolitical from its nature. As for example: reaction China, America, OPEC for such initiative… It can lead to creation the most powerful economic organism in entry History.

Please forgive me… Broke up his talk… But I don’t like big wards. We Russians had already: The World Revolution and half –World management. Now we care only of concretes. Centrum wants, to Russia become exclusively rich. Such as Canada, or Scandinavia. We don’t want to be already bigger then America, Mr Wilanovsky…

I try, as much as I can, to walk down to Earth, but it is impossible to avoid relation to general perspective. I don’t want to be arrogant, but if we are practices, then sum up from page 12, showing relation wages : EU states and Russian Federation and in this meaning, yours efforts after 1991 y, appear as rather modest! With all respect. Similarly, if you compeer The Small Business expansion, tourist movement, development rural areas… Yes. Especially rural area development. All of them, had its mirroring not only in wages, which always must to be analyse in relation to prizes, but also in terms of Gross Domestic Product, which still is eight times lower then EU, despite of fact, that EU population is three times bigger in demographic meaning…

He said it in one breath. Proud from himself, threw in water from glass… Ustinov felt knocked down, but not convinced.

Yes. There are various conditions. Huge space to cultivation. Disadvantageous climate. Tradition. We have tried to break through these barriers. And only Centrum can generate capital necessary to do it. I can show you a few statistics too. Point out, which progress have been done already, in light of our eyes, since 2000 y…

I know these statistics. Nodded with respect Roman. – And I am full of respect. World, although, don’t stay still in one place. Russian infrastructure, even in comparison to China, that wont be mention Europe, looks pitifully. Acceleration is necessary… Ustinov stroke fist in table.

And money! Wherefrom to take money for motorways building in Siberia? Assuming even, that EU has honest intentions… And you need to know, that in our country, almost anyone believe in Germans honest intentions. Then, how you are planning to generate sources for infrastructure modernization?! Well… I don’t think you have any illusions in matter The West indebtedness! We have modest society, but quite significant sources on hand. Unfortunately, infrastructure of energy, which is vital for us, consummate most of our state infestations. Prizes on World Market are for as sign of that, what we can do else! Do you understand it?

Roman became worried.

It is although sad, that you can do such a little for society. Shopping in Russia is on very poor level. Moscow is visited by 3 million tourists and London by 17 million!!!

Ustinov rose from chair disappointed.

I am not such ambitious as Lenin was. I don’t think that we can change structure of societies. To fall over The Great Capital domination… We can become part of it. We can ingrown in this organism, without wasting our identification.

Roman also impulsive but in his own way, jumped from chair and looked straight into his eyes:

We don’t want to do, anything else!!! Walls of Europe, it is new setting, and not Revolution. I do apologise, that I said this ward. We need closer relations, better understanding mutual needs and we can together create something great and modern world standard. I believe that it is possible. And I have been successful, to persuade already many, important people. – Ustinov dropped heavily on armchair… Was thinking for long…

All right. It is interesting. I will try to refer yours analyzes and opinions to my friends from Centrum. We will be in constant contact. I still don’t know how you imagine it from financial side…

With all respect, but it is displayed on graphs. European financial potency is huge. EU can any time to generate huge amounts of money. Such as it took place in years 2008 2009. Trillions, which in Russian conditions, with low prizes, can do miracles. To transform Russian emptiness to Scandinavian garden. Debt will be contracted by future development. As a result of easier access to Russian mineral resources. It is our idea. Walls of Europe it is program of actions, and not Fairy Telly from Thousands and One Nights. It is chance for everybody. It is something more, then cash for resources with China. He finished like that. Took in air in lungs and Ustinov had not said already anything, only meaningfully shook head over every pace of paper displayed to him. Commented something in minds, to finally rise from armchair, shake Wilanovsky hand and went out. Roman had mixed feelings, but surely it was step in proper direction.

She decided to create something in wider context. The highest parts of canvas were placed outside reach of her arms. She had to use a little ladder. Stretched out as string, in headscarf, to don’t be dirty from paint and wore in garden trousers colour of cloudy sky, pushed herself simultaneously with ladder. From first sight, chaotically strewing paint on big, all wall covering canvas…

Yet, wasn’t possible to read from smudges contours of characters, to vary from colours palette features of environment. Yet, everything was in movement, such as to actors of drama, just were setting on the stage. Into her head only buzzing macabre scenery landscape… And she herself, was the same time actress and witness of cruel tragedy farce. Stretched out heads. In back smearing read brown smudges. Monster caprice. Four small figures under theirs feet. Inside smudges, seems to contrast macabre picture, dots of blueness desperately searching for place for its existence.

Hands ended sharp nails, like claws of predatory bird, or reptile from Prehistoric Age… Below two monsters, boiling mud vapours from mystery bog. Corps both individuals, covered in bristle, broken only here and there, by volcanoes of abscesses… They don’t have mouths, only empty holes, such as steaming blackness and not smoke, but blackness in its the most dramatic form. From volcano of abscesses oozing little streams of yellow liquid. Thin, long legs, this one in context and fat, huge limb, that one in the first plan of picture, belching white foam, huge penis… Animal like ecstasy, arms lifted up in gesture of triumph of the skinny one, who appear to be his assistant. Four little figures crawling under theirs feet. Devastated, larva fuselages of strikingly childish colours: red, blue, green and yellow… Only heads betrayed, that there are really human’s figures. Beautiful, girlish faces, which only once in entry plan of picture are leaving still pure, untouched by monster surroundings. Long, slander necks. Delicates, childish like lips and first of all, shinning, wondering eyes. Blue eyes, the girl larva, on the first plan and pressed by shoe her golden cocoon… Silent express of pain and wondering… Hairs confluence in oneness with matter of bug, which in its deepness, hidden also glamour translucent gaps of light. Shinning victim’s eyes dump and in ecstasy stared at penis erection. Begging of fulfilment. Longing… asking, blending by male lust of monsters. This one in context, seems to have, not hair, but horns bending to back, long for half a meter and sharp. Hanging down, almost horizontally from his head. Over theirs heads great Green Sun, which intense beams cant breakthrough invisible dome of vapours from bug. There below is its section… red lava as hellish fire. On the very bottom, great bed of human’s skulls… Vividly white, as made from chalk. Little once, empty eyeholes, gaping holes of mouths. All sweated and unnaturally exited, there was 4 am, and couldn’t even close eye. Her hands