Farewell, Aylis: A Non-Traditional Novel in Three Works by Akram Aylisli

Author:Akram Aylisli
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Academic Studies Press
Published: 2018-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Don’t you covet my homeland, hai,

We don’t share land like a piece of pie.

“Well, wonderful!” Dr. Farzani waved his hand and, walking away from the television, began pacing around the room again. “That baby with a beard probably isn’t even afraid of Azrail. He thinks the day won’t arrive when they’ll measure out his piece of earth, too. Six feet and a half, at most, and not more than two feet wide. Then again, no,” laughed the doctor, “his portion will probably be a bit bigger—his beard is exceedingly wide.”

Thus, in an excellent mood, the doctor went up to the patient. He cautiously lifted the eyelids, looking attentively into the pupils.

“For now, the same treatment plan” he said. “We’ll wait until he begins to recognize people and speak. We have to do everything to prevent a stroke. If he’s able to avoid a stroke, with God’s help he’ll recover from all the other injuries. For the time being, he’s far away. He’ll come back when he wants to see us. And if he doesn’t want to. . . .” The doctor sighed and smiled. “No, God willing, he’ll want to.”

Sadai Sadygly really was far away. Very far away from the doctor, his wife, the room in which he lay, and even from the trauma to his brain and the wounds to his body. In Aylis. Yes, yes, undoubtedly, he was in Aylis. However, this Aylis wasn’t the one that really existed in the world but a living memory of the world Sadai had known when he was four or five, where one spring a beautiful black fox cub had come running from somewhere. Sadai saw him once on the fence of their yard. The black fox cub sprang from the fence to a tree, began to jump from branch to branch, and was lost among the green leaves. And a few days later, Sadai saw how Jinn-Eye Shaban shot that fox cub on the fence in front of the Stone Church near the spring. Since that time, Sadai had dreamed of the fox cub almost every night.

And look, now that fox cub was alive again! Springing from the fences to the trees, from the trees to the fences, he moved from one end of Aylis to the other. And God alone knows how long the little boy of four or five followed the trail of that beautiful black fox cub. He’d never seen a more beautiful animal. And there’d never been a better spring, and there’d never in the world been an Aylis more wonderful than this one. Light. Light all around. On the mountains, sunlight. On the trees, the light of cherries. The first young leaves had just appeared on the willows. The lilacs had just bloomed. What was it about that year, what kind of season was that spring? Because cherries don’t ripen at the same time that lilacs flower!

And it also seemed that the fences on which that playful fox cub jumped weren’t made of stone but of yellow-rose light, and that light was spilling from the walls onto the streets, the roads.

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