MOHAMED SAID RAIHANI’S GUIDELINE TO
MOROCCAN SHORT-SHORT STORY
Mohamed Saïd Raïhani
"Long live Pugatchev, leader of the peasants’ revolution!"
"Long live Pugatchev, leader of the rebellious peasants!"
"Long live Pugatchev, long live Pugatchev!", screamed the thirty thousand peasants revolting against the empress Katherina II’s policy, waving about their guns behind Pugatchev, a military deserter who claimed himself the legitimate Emperor whom the empress had slain, promising his followers among the farmers to abolish the feudal system, to liberate all the serfs and to give the peasants the land which they work.
Pugatchev was leading the parade riding his horse heading for the major cities, quite confident in his weight, in the fidelity of his followers and in the benediction that the monks were giving him all along the way before he jumped off his horse running away in panic towards the rocks and weeds in the valleys seeking a shelter pursued by his followers who came to know that their empress, Katherina II, is giving a legendary sum of money to whoever would hand her Emelian Ivanovitch Pougatchev, dead or alive.
The man pushes forth a cart in
which a baby cries hysterically the milk that has run down in his bottle:
- Be patient, Job!
The child keeps on crying.
The man carries on:
- Patience is the key to Salvation, Job!
The child’s hysteria is always
- Everything is to an end, Job!
Another man passing by asked
- It seems that your words did nothing to ease the pain that your child, Job, is feeling!
The man replied:
- "Job" is my own name, and patience is what I am lacking.
The prostitute insisted on
receiving in advance the sum of money agreed upon before following her customer
to the near-by forest. She was whispering out her words playfully and moving erotically curves and humps when a
highwayman surprised them waving about a sword in his left hand, and reaching
out his right hand to the prostitute’s breast.
Furious, the customer attacked
his rival, rolling around on the ground and calling names at each other while
the prostitute, safe under an oak-tree, undresses herself sensuously preparing
herself to celebrate victory with the winner.
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