"I thought then about the wedding rings,
which we both, Stefan and I,
wore on our fingers.
One day, on the way back from work,
passing by the jeweler’s shop,
I thought I might as well
sell this ring of mine.
(Stefan probably would not have noticed –
I had almost ceased to exist for him .
Whether he was unfaithful to me I do not know,
since I took no interest in his life either.
He was indifferent to me.
I suppose after office hours he went to play cards,
and after drinking he would come home quite late,
without saying a word, or with some casual remark,
to which as a rule I replied with silence.)
So this time I decided to go in.
The jeweler examined the workmanship, weighed the
for a long time in his fingers and looked
into my eyes. For a while he was reading
the date of our wedding
engraved inside the ring.
Again he looked into my eyes, put the ring on the
then said, “This ring does not weigh anything,
the needle does not move from zero
and I cannot make it show
even a milligram.
Your husband must be alive –
in which case neither of your rings, taken separately,
will weigh anything – only both together will register.
My jeweler’s scales
have this peculiarity
but man’s entire being and fate .”
Ashamed, I took the ring back
and left the shop without a word
-- I think, though, that he followed me with his eyes..