Instead of exploding, Dadaş simply sat down, put his head in his hands, and laughed. "In the play, it’s a comedy," he whispered. "In my life, it’s a tragedy."
"Mammad!" Dadaş roared, his hands trembling. "My grandfather’s samovar! What did you do?"
"Explain? Explain how a piece of history becomes a piece of junk in your hands?" Dadaş stepped closer, his voice reaching the balconies of the three stories above them.
He took the tape from Mammad. "Go get the tea leaves, Mammad. We will drink tea from a samovar with a blue handle. Just... don't explain anything else today."
The silence that followed was legendary. The neighbors held their breath. Dadaş looked at the silver samovar, then at the blue tape, then at Mammad’s hopeful face.
Mammad jumped, nearly knocking over the rest of the tea set. "Now, Dadaş, (don't get angry, let me explain)!"
Instead of exploding, Dadaş simply sat down, put his head in his hands, and laughed. "In the play, it’s a comedy," he whispered. "In my life, it’s a tragedy."
"Mammad!" Dadaş roared, his hands trembling. "My grandfather’s samovar! What did you do?"
"Explain? Explain how a piece of history becomes a piece of junk in your hands?" Dadaş stepped closer, his voice reaching the balconies of the three stories above them.
He took the tape from Mammad. "Go get the tea leaves, Mammad. We will drink tea from a samovar with a blue handle. Just... don't explain anything else today."
The silence that followed was legendary. The neighbors held their breath. Dadaş looked at the silver samovar, then at the blue tape, then at Mammad’s hopeful face.
Mammad jumped, nearly knocking over the rest of the tea set. "Now, Dadaş, (don't get angry, let me explain)!"