Black, Red, Gold

By Alexander Mantush

Go to another country, drive thousands of miles a tedious road ... for a single glance at his beloved! Die in a car accident, visit the underworld and rise again ... just to be by her side! This is only a small part of what the heart is a man in love – a musician, race car driver and an incorrigible romantic Alexander McNeil.
The author puts us string of events taking place with the main character his friends throughout the story, in which there are also love drama, adventure and fun, a little mystery, and of course, humor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexander Mantush
• Release date: Oct 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301208906

Alexander Mantush

Belarusian musician, screenwriter, novelist and artist. Was born in Minsk, Belarus on December 28, 1987.

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Black, Red, Gold

By Alexander Mantush

Published by Alexander Mantush at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Alexander Mantush

The chance rules half of our

actions, we rule the rest.

Niccolo Machiavelli

Most people would sooner die

than think, in fact, they do so.

Bertrand Russell

What steals the youth, heals the soul, and destroys civilization? This is – fake gold of life – time. What makes for good and evil, virtue and vice, but obscures the mind? This is the scarlet thread of life – our feelings. What makes us go forth for our dreams to come true sometimes? This is black velvet of life – our pain, for our success to stand out on this black velvet as white pearls. But what is common among difficulties, feeling, and time? What is simultaneously gold, red and black? Sweet, salty and bitter. Inspiring, frustrating and depressing. You can philosophize for a long time, you can argue long, and you can think about it for long, you can not philosophize at all, nor to argue and not to think. But only one answer appears in the end, and this answer is love, of course, love.

Really, how can you know, where is your half, destined for you by heaven’s will? This is the place where you shouldn’t make any mistakes or you may be confused with where is the red, where is black and where is gold. How do you find the right answer? Perhaps no one will tell, and you’ll have to learn it by yourself. Only it is necessary to remember that accidents do not happen. In the sense, of course, they do occur, but their effects are more powerful than that that has been thoroughly planned out. And so I suppose, you really should think. And to think really well, I would even say carefully think about all this.

What will happen, if you won’t think about accidents? Anything can happen. Anything at all.

Chapter 1: Black

Night, love and wine

are not counselors ...

Ovid

O weakness! Your name is –

young and decent girl.

William Shakespeare

The long tedious road is behind us. I was sitting in my old trusty car in front of the house of my love. In a foreign country, thousands of miles away from home. I do not remember which amount of cigarettes I smoked, but I still couldn’t dare to get out of the car and move towards the unknown. It was dark, I’ve ran out of smokes, was very hungry, and besides, mother nature got the upper hand – I really should pay a visit to the toilet. At the end of the street was a cafe, which could satisfy all my needs. Paused for a breath, I finally got out of the car and quietly walked down the street towards the cherished buildings. What the hell did I forget in here anyway? Will she be happy to see me? First I broke anything I possibly could and now I am arriving at her doorstep with nothing but a hello. What was I thinking, coming here like this? I entered the cafe and ordered the first hot dish in the menu, a cup of espresso and five packs of Camel. While all of this was being prepared, (all but cigarettes, of course) and I having no idea how long I'll be waiting here like a moron sitting in my Fiat, I took a table at the back of the cafe close to the Relaxation Room just in case. After I had my supper, and ordered the third cup of coffee, I was suddenly shocked by what came before my eyes: the door of the cafeteria flew open, and Tilly – the love of my miserable life, appeared in the doorway. My dream-girl, who eclipsed my fevered mind, left me to arbitrariness of