HOLLOW PART 5
I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
I’M NOT A WRITER
IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW
In the factory hall reigned huge noise. Huge, arranged in numerous rows looms played terrifying melody, drowning thought. With hands clasped behind his back, Akim slowly strolled around hall, looking at leaning over long threads people, when he suddenly saw, approaching him not so tall, red haired man, dressed in very loud clothes. His tailcoat had plum color and around his neck was tied a yellow, red striped bow tie. He moved a little bit clumsy, continuously fixed, sliping from his hand long, light coat. Aaron Girig was his business partner and the best friend, of course, if at all, you could say about friendship in those stormy times. Anyway, their relations, although specific, were quite good.
“We have to talk!” shouted Girig, trying to drown omnipresent noise.
Akim nodded his head. “Come to my office!”
“It’s third in this month” said Girig comfortably laying out on a leather armchair, staying near big, wooden table, in the office.
“Who this time?” asked Akim, occupied a seat on the other side of the desk.
First Ludwardt, then Wolman and now Loic. Three factories burned this month. – thought Akim. “Short deal.” He murmured.
“Be careful.” Girig pointed a finger at him threateningly. “That’s also our deal… Do you remember suicide from the theatre?”
“What’s with him?”
“He was a horrible philanthropist.”
Akim looked quizzically at the siting in front of him man.
“Supposedly, he did that in the act of protest.” said Girig.
“Protest?” Akim was clearly surprised.
“He was Loic’s accountant. I saw him there many times.” Explained Girig. “Caramel?” he asked suddenly, pointed out staying on the top of the table porcelain vessel. Akim wrinkled his eyebrows and moved sweets closer to Girig. Saiying nothing, he watched how caramels disappeared into Girig mouth. “Loic, dismissed him?” he asked after a while.
“No, he left by himself, when he discovered that Loic didn’t pay his labours for three months.” answered with full mouth Girig. “I told Loic. Machinery. Machinery, that’s the future.”
“And what he said about that?”
“Nothing” – Girig shrugged his shoulders and softly, pulled back. “He said that he prefer 100 dirty, labours than one iron monster.”
“Rather, miser. You have to care about machine, about workers not.” He paused for a moment and then said quieter leaning closer to Akim. “I’m not here to tell you about Loic. I would like to introduce somebody to you.”
“Who?” Akim’s eyebrows raised in a questioning gesture.
“His name is Karmazin”.
Akim shook his head. This name told him nothing.
“He told me about very interesting idea. Because you are my business partner, I thought that I will tell you about it first.”
“Can we earn a lot of this?”
“Hahaha… and that’s what I like about you. Immediately to business” he leaned more. “A lot” from his voice escaped all cheerfulness.
“If you really think that this idea is interesting, I’m surprised that you tell me about it”.
Girig grinned. “What are friends for?”
Akim didn’t say any words. He carefully looked at Girig’s face.
“Machinery felling trees.”
“It will speed up production…..and what with contract with Godwek?”
“Of course we will break it off. If we have this machine, we don’t need his wood”
Akim looked at him carefully.
“All right. Tell that man that I want to meet him.”
Girig quickly stood up and went to the door. When his hand pressed the handle, he turned back to Akim and with big grin said: “You will not regret it. I felt that this will be good deal.” Then he wore his hat, nodded and came out.
Akim was alone, giving in to contemplation.