The Absurdity of “The Nose”
You’re a barber. One morning, instead of coffee, you ask your wife for bread (because you know you’ll never have both at the same time). While slicing the bread, you find a nose. Someone’s nose. A nose in the bread!
As a barber you look at a lot of noses. For some reason you have a tendency to pinch your customer’s noses between your fingers, kind of like that game “got your nose” except that game doesn’t exist in your world because you are a Russian barber, and the Russia you live in is old enough to have serfs. Serfs is another word for slaves. You don’t have a serf. You don’t even have clean hands. One of your customers, Collegiate Assessor Kovalyov, who likes to call himself “Major,” has a nose exactly like the nose you’ve found.
It’s his fucking nose. You’ve found his nose in your bread.
What do you do? Well, you’re a barber, but you’re also, “like any self-respecting Russian Artisan…a drunkard.” You don your dirty piebald jacket with strings where the …
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