Story 18 - Reindeer Research.
As we left, we saw Antonovna come in with another person from the base. She winked at me and walked on.
Nina's private apartment was the largest of then
all, according to her rank. It was located on the top floor of the high-rise. One could see across the forest from her place, to a distant lake or meadow. In the moonlight, the landscape became a world of ice castles, ruled by the evil mouse king from the Nutcracker Suite. She even had the music for it. Also, we could see the whole magical world right from her bed. She felt soft, warm, and wonderful. She said, there had never been such a visitor in her castle, as I. She had longed for it, but when she opened her eyes, there was never anyone there. "Now it is different, and it seems so like a dream," she added.
Mostly, we let the music talk for us, we just danced our role to the full, since we knew the outcome already. So it was that the dancing made the evening rich, and this, once again, was unhurried. This time, the magic of the dance was not controlled by the master magician, Drosselmeyer, according to the score. It was love. It was love as it was represented in the design of the ballet. This love was a rich outflow from our hearts that went far beyond what even the best theatrical metaphor could ever symbolize. Our love was greater than that. We were both sure about its reality.
After the music of the ballet ended the melodies lingered on like an echo from the soul. It was a spiritual journey we were on, with beautiful spiritual melodies about ice castles and love with which we allowed ourselves to drift off to sleep.
The alarm clock rang at six AM. Nina got out of bed to turn the heat up and then came back. "We have half an hour," she said, and cuddled up to me. "Why is it that I feel so at ease with you?" she said. "Being with you seems to be the most natural thing in the world. Can you explain that?"
"You feel that way, because that's the way it is. We are not strangers to one another. We are are part of the same humanity, with the same feelings, hopes, joys, aspirations. Why should we not meet each other on this level as two human beings in love with the humanity that we share?"
"You make it sound so simple," said Nina.
"Oh, it is, but it took a lot of work to realize that."
"...that we are more closely connected that we think. You are a scientist, right? As a scientist you work on a platform that has been build up by countless discoveries made by the great pioneers of our past, some of which have lived thousands of years ago. The way you tackle a problem may reflect to some degree how Plato would have approached the problem of making a discovery, or Kepler, or Gauss, or Leibnitz. They are a part of our humanity by which we have become enriched. We have learned from them the process of making discoveries. In a sense, they are still alive in us. Their ideas have become a part of us as we discover their achievements and the process of making discoveries; by which they enrich us further; by which they help us to develop ourselves; by which
they help us to shape our world. No person lives truly alone in this larger sphere of our humanity. However, we have become pretty good in isolating ourselves from it, and
so we feel alone for that reason. Unfortunately, it is rather hard to overcome the resulting self-isolation and connect up with one another within the sphere of the humanity which we all share. Of course, when we finally manage to do that, the result is wonderful, we feel good about it. Our lives feel richer again."
According to all evidence, Nina agreed with me. She didn't say so in
so many words, but in many other ways her agreement came to light just the same. Actually, there were no further words exchanged until the alarm clock rang a second time.