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60 Stars Astrology
English Version
By TOKYOｰTANUKI
伴(ha-n）60stars Astrology
"Comrade Lavrentij" ②
Chapter II: A Country Without Snow
The report crossed one frontier after another.
The report crossed one frontier after another.
Its seal was broken,
pressed anew,
and the paper alone continued its journey.
pressed anew,
and the paper alone continued its journey.
Shanghai.
Hanoi.
Then Tokyo.
Hanoi.
Then Tokyo.
Paper outlives men.
Men merely carry it.
February, 1940.
Men merely carry it.
February, 1940.
There was no snow in Tokyo.
Yet the morning air possessed a dry sharpness.
Sorge opened the window.
A distant streetcar rang its bell.
The newspaper arrived.
A distant streetcar rang its bell.
The newspaper arrived.
His coffee had already gone cold.
A single sheet of paper was laid upon the desk.
There was no sender.
There was no need for one.
There was no need for one.
Sorge unfolded it.
...Only two formulas appeared upon the page.
1+((1+0)+(1+1))×((1+0)+(1+0))=7
And beneath it,
1+((2)+(2))×((2)+(1.5))=15
Then only one line.
1+((1+0)+(1+1))×((1+0)+(1+0))=7
And beneath it,
1+((2)+(2))×((2)+(1.5))=15
Then only one line.
> 15 = 5 + 5 + 5
He lit a cigarette.
He read the page once.
...Then again.
By the third reading, he was no longer looking at the numbers.
He was looking only at the parentheses.
Smoke rose slowly through the room.
He was looking only at the parentheses.
Smoke rose slowly through the room.
Sorge picked up a pencil.
In the margin he wrote,
> 1−2−2−2−1.5
> 1−2−2−2−1.5
He stared at it.
Then quietly added one more "2."
> 1−2−2−2−2−1.5
Then quietly added one more "2."
> 1−2−2−2−2−1.5
.................The pencil stopped.
He leaned back.
"So that is it."
He was speaking to no one.
He was speaking to no one.
Outside, schoolchildren were walking to class.
Their laughter floated through the street.
It never reached the room.
Their laughter floated through the street.
It never reached the room.
A knock.
A young subordinate entered.
"Have you reached a conclusion?"
Sorge handed him the paper.
The young man frowned.
"Seven..."
"Fifteen..."
"What does it mean?"
"Seven..."
"Fifteen..."
"What does it mean?"
Sorge did not answer.
......After a long silence, he spoke softly.
"Even when the sequence appears the same..."
The young man looked up.
"Yes?"
"Yes?"
"...its birth is different."
He waited.
Nothing followed.
Nothing followed.
There was no clock in the room.
Time passed only at the speed a cigarette burned.
Time passed only at the speed a cigarette burned.
Sorge looked once more at the page.
Seven.
Fifteen.
Five.
Five.
Five.
Five.
Five.
Suddenly he stood.
The subordinate looked startled.
"Germany?"
"Germany?"
Sorge nodded.
"Germany."
"Germany."
"How can you be certain?"
Sorge folded the paper.
"It is not because of seven."
"It is not because of seven."
"......."
"Nor because of fifteen."
The young man understood even less.
Sorge turned toward the window.
Tokyo lay still beneath its winter sky.
"Beyond our borders," he murmured,
"there is a man who claims Party Number Seven."
"there is a man who claims Party Number Seven."
The subordinate opened his mouth,
then closed it again.
then closed it again.
Sorge crushed the cigarette into the ashtray.
"Seven is prime as well."
"Seven is prime as well."
The ash did not crumble.
It kept its shape.
It kept its shape.
"Nineteen thirteen."
The young man turned.
"Remember it."
"What should I remember?"
Sorge did not smile.
"......In Vienna, those who dream before everyone else gather together."
That was all.
The room fell silent.
Only the sheet of paper stirred faintly upon the desk.
(to be continued)
Tanu-chan💓 TOKYO-TANUKI💛
Tanu-chan💓 TOKYO-TANUKI💛
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