Backskraper

By Farit Samayev

A young artist falls in love with a girl. But she turns out to be a messenger from another world to help him in a difficult life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Farit Samayev
• Release date: Nov 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463695715

Farit Samayev

I live in Kazakhstan in the city of Almaty. An artist by education. I want to devote the second half of my life to literature.

Book preview

Some people find it indecent to live long, as if it shortens someone else's life. But death, for sure, is a new opportunity for everyone. Since beauty also hides in the dark, then why open your eyes.

So, the young Russian artist Niko was sitting at the kitchen table with his eyes closed. Narrow-shouldered, narrow-minded with a bristly beard and a tousled head, he looked more like a homeless tramp. Hunched over a rumpled notebook, he wrote with a half-worn pencil:

"I ask you not to read further those who consider themselves too impressionable and sensitive. Please drop this worthless story about me. You are probably an imaginable person and start worry about the lives of poor people. Start criticizes our society for lack of help to the unfortunate. Let those read, who are not afraid of the horrors of life and endure pain with small inclusions of dissimilar feelings. Now, having freed myself from the tender embrace of mere verbiage, having gutted unnecessary emotions, I want to return to my simple story that had happened to me this summer of 2030 just a month ago. It all started when the front door slammed somewhere in the corridor. Several families lived in our barracks, and by the sound, I determined that the door of my apartment had slammed. Some fool had attached a spring to it to keep it closed. This fool then was often seen later in the mirror. I just completely forgot that I had attached it myself. The two-room apartment in which I lived came to me from my father, and to him from my grandfather, and to my grandfather in due time from his father. Tearing myself away from the sketch (I began to paint it on plener in the open air last day), I was on my guard. I expected to see the drunken face of a neighbor, but instead