Sugar Skull
Translation from English by Sergei Trofimov
On the blue and pink slabs of the square, illuminated by the morning sun,
shadows of children flashed. A stooped old man sitting on a bronze bench
he hissed indignantly and constantly waved his arms covered with white scars.
One of the little Mexican children was holding a cape and a wooden sword,
the other depicted an angry bull.
“No, not like that!” Old Thomas shouted. “Strike and then deflect.”
back!
He jumped up from the bench and began to show the boys how to do
"Veronica". Lunge, hit and rebound.
- Look here! The body moves along this line. It's clear?
The kids nodded and continued their game again, screaming and attacking
at each other and dodging imaginary blows. In a few minutes
they ran up to him and asked:
- Grandfather, show us your scars.
Old Thomas lifted the hem of his knitted shirt and exposed his right side, for the hundredth
once showing them the place where the bull had gored his body thirty years ago.
The boys touched the scar reverently.
- Grandfather, when did you fight with bulls?
“Even before your mothers were born,” answered the old man.
Heels clicked on the slabs of the square. A young woman walked past him
Spaniard. She was wearing a fitted gabardine suit. Black hair
glittered, and the raised chin emphasized the proud posture. Without looking at
Thomas, she turned towards the tourist hotel and ran up the steps of the wide
porch.
The old man looked after her. He admired her ankles with bated breath,
immaculate and pure like the morning light. He admired her black
shiny curls. The eyes caressed the elastic girl’s body. The tongue ran across
wrinkled lips - just a little, barely noticeable.
A minute later, a young pink-cheeked man appeared on the second floor balcony.
blond. Old Thomas looked at him, frowned and squeezed his
teeth. The tourist lazily looked around the empty square. Clean talkative
an American who arrived in town last week. Squinting his eyes, old man
watched him from his bench. And when the man turned away, going back to
number, Thomas spat on the mosaic tiles of the square and stopped paying attention
for children's play.
Robie Kibber woke up this morning with a strange feeling, like something
It happened. He didn't yet know what exactly happened during his sleep, but
felt some discomfort. Robie sat up, dangled his legs over the edge of the bed, and
I looked at my bare knees for a minute. Then he remembered why he came here.
He was in Mexico, in Guanajuato. Robie was a writer and collected
material about the Day of the Dead, the celebration of which was planned for today
evening. His room was located on the second floor of the hotel, in a room with wide
windows and balcony. Every morning, children playing on the
area. He could still hear their screams.
Only in Mexico could they celebrate the Day of the Dead. This country is so
was saturated with the smell of death that you could feel it everywhere you went
we've arrived. No matter what you say or do, even when you are having fun and
drunkenness, you were always surrounded by death. And not a single car could speed away from
her, and not a single drink was strong enough to make a person forget about
her presence.
He didn't even flinch when he glanced at the table at the head of the bed.
Only the heart beat sluggishly and ached at the sight of a white object lying nearby
with a table lamp.
Little sugar skull.
This delicacy was prepared specifically for el Dia de Muerte - Day of the Dead.
The skull was made of white sugar and creased easily when pressed with fingers.
too tight. It had eye sockets, a sunken nose and teeth. AND
it shimmered in the dim light like a tightly molded snowball.
A name was inscribed on the top of his head.
Robie.
An intricate inscription made in fine pink sugar script.
Robie.
When he went to bed, there was no skull there.
And now this thing was lying on the table next to the lamp.
The room seemed like a cold crypt. He got dressed and opened his massive
wooden shutters protected the bedroom from the night wind.
Going out to the balcony to bask in the sun and breathe fresh air,
he caught a glimpse of his blond hair and pink face in the wall mirror.
Robie didn't look back at the skull. He didn't want to meet the creepy gaze
empty mocking eye sockets. Instead, he looked around the small area with
a bronze stage for an orchestra, pruned trees and trimmed bushes,
similar to round green drums, and a simple pattern of blue and pink
slabs on which people walked every Thursday and every Sunday,
walking hand in hand to loud and shrill music that exploded the silent
Mexican sky.
There was no music here now. Children ran across the colorful slabs. Old
Thomas, sitting on a bronze bench, taught them some wisdom.
Robie Kibber returned to his room. Running his hand over his cheek, he decided that
It's time for him to shave. How nice it was to feel the warmth of the early sunny
morning. How pleasant it was to live and feel your movements. Belly a little
ached. They drank too much tequila yesterday with Celia Diaz. And he also has
My throat hurt: there were too many songs and laughter.
Someone knocked. He smoothed his hair and, still smiling, opened the door.
- Buenos Dias, senor.
A small, neat woman stood in the corridor. Doesn't the lord want
have breakfast? Ham and eggs are already waiting for him. In the meantime she could
clean the room. Or maybe the lord wants breakfast brought to him
to the room?
No, he will go down. Robi asked her to come to the table and pointed to
small sugar skull. Switching to Spanish, he asked her several
questions. Does she know how this item ended up here? Haven't you seen
the maid of the man who entered his room at night?
She looked at the skull and laughed. Death is considered in Mexico
a fun and enjoyable topic of conversation. They love to talk about her at dinner and at
breakfast, with or without drinks, with smiles or very seriously. Oh no,
Señor, answered the maid. She did not see who entered his room or
came out of it. Why doesn't he like this glorious skull? Ah-ah-ah, how
The senor's name is beautifully written!
Yes, under other circumstances he would also have admired the inscription. She
was done perfectly.
Robie went to breakfast unshaven.
As always, ham and eggs were served. The Mexicans could turn into
torture any good dish, he thought. Ham and eggs every morning during
two weeks. Since his arrival in Guanajuato, this morning menu has never been
hasn't changed. Frowning in disappointment, he pulled the plate towards him.
Celia Diaz entered the dining room. She was wearing an immaculate gray suit.
Black hair shone like silk.
Roby stood up and kindly invited her to his table. They shook hands
hands.
“What a wonderful morning,” she said. “Just a wonderful morning.”
“Yes,” he answered.
Her voluminous hairstyle, full lips, dark and big eyes, so inquisitive
and gentle, created an image of complete perfection. Women don't usually do this
look in the morning. It seemed that Celia lived according to her own laws and other
time. She was always at her apogee, fresh and delicious, as if in
mid-evening before the carnival ball. Looking at his interlocutor, he no longer
I could take my eyes off her beautiful face.
“You look tired,” she said quietly.
“Yes, I’m tired,” he answered. “I came to Mexico a tired man,
I live here like a tired person, and I will leave even more tired and irritated.
This condition has been going on for several years and has nothing to do with wine or guitars
and women. It, like a height, throws me either hot or cold. And I'm not in
able to get rid of it.
“I think I know what’s wrong,” she said, not taking her eyes off him.
stare.
“Nobody knows this,” he answered.
- I know.
“No, no,” said Robie, shaking his head. “You don’t even know about it.”
reason.
- I saw many Americans. When they come to Mexico they are always afraid
one and the same. They look over their shoulder in fear, do not sleep and feel bad
digest food. They laugh, explaining this by climate change, but their excuses
ridiculous. I know what you're afraid of.
He put down his fork and asked defiantly:
- So what?
“Death,” answered Celia.
The sunlight coming through the wide, large window illuminated
half of her face, sparkled on the silverware and played on the painted
wooden plates that hung on the walls.
She placed a small object on the table. Sugar skull.
- I went to your room. The maid said you went to breakfast.
It was lying on the table near the lamp.
Robie looked at the skull and winced.
“You’re afraid,” said Celia.
The lettering was exquisite and beautiful.
“Yes,” he answered, leaning back in his chair. “I’m afraid.”
They had breakfast, drank coffee and went out to the square. Their path ran past
the bronze bench on which Old Thomas sat.
“Señorita, señor,” the old man greeted them.
They nodded to him and, barely sparing a glance, walked further along the shady
alley. As the couple passed, children ran up to the old man. They started the game again with
capes and wooden swords.
Sitting on a bronze bench, Celia and Robie lit cigarettes.
“Is someone threatening you?” she asked.
- I'm not sure.
He threw a burning match onto the ground.
- Damn it! I don't know anyone in this country!
- Why did you come to Mexico?
- To collect material for the book. And my friend lived here too -
Douglas McClar.
- Oh! I knew him. It appeared in Guanajuato last year. We
became friends with him, and I was very surprised when he left one night, not
without saying a word to me. Since then, Douglas has not written me a single letter.
- Me too. His last message came in September, and then he
seemed to disappear into thin air, and I never heard anything more about him. Maybe,
you consider me one of those reckless eccentrics who seek out
head on into trouble. But honestly, I'm selfish as hell. Me
The book and only the book brought me here. Although I wouldn't mind finding
missing McClar. He wrote about you in three letters. And for some reason I thought
that you will help me in finding him.
“How can I help?” she exclaimed, waving her hand irritably.
hands.- He came and then left. I wandered around the country for weeks or circled
to local bars. Yes, Douglas was sweet and kind. We often talked and
had dinner together. But when he disappeared, I said to myself: what else can you expect from these
Americans? I don't care where he is now. Why don't you look for it in
Acapulco?
She smiled sadly.
“Acapulco!” replied Robie. “That’s all I hear about.” For all of mine
Questions tell me: “Go to Acapulco!”, as if you can find anyone there
missing person. I already went there and made inquiries about Douglas, but no one
I haven't seen a guy like McClar among the locals. I only know one thing:
he was in this city! Was there, and then suddenly disappeared... In his letters, Douglas
wrote about your friendship. I even thought that you might be his
a Spanish lover who, in a fit of jealousy, killed McClar.
- This all sounds very flattering and romantic, but it’s too far from
truth,” she answered. “I am a modern Mexican woman.” I don't
I like the customs of my compatriots, and I live by my own rules. IN
there are many such women in our city, but you will not find jealous and
passionate ladies who, in a fit of emotion, could kill a man. Tell me, eh
why was this sugar skull in your room?
“This is a warning,” he said. “I’m probably getting close to
solving the mystery. Sometimes I think Douglas is somewhere nearby. On Thursday I
I even thought that I would meet him at a late-night concert or in a bar. However, the one
whoever gave me this sugar skull did a big stupid thing. If he
intended to intimidate me, he achieved nothing. Yes, I'm scared, but not
I'm about to leave. The sugar skull was a misguided move: it only reinforced
my suspicions. Whoever the criminal was, he should have hidden and not
bother me. Then I might be missing some important factor, refuse
from searching for Douglas and leaving for the States next week.
- What if you couldn’t miss this important factor? - judiciously
she remarked. “Perhaps the criminal knew that by taking the next step you
I would definitely find my missing friend. He left this skull to
keep you at a safe distance. And it's very unpleasant
warning. What were you planning to do in the coming days?
- Nothing special!
- And yet the criminal calculated your steps. He knew that you would come out
the right trail - if not today, then tomorrow or before you leave for the States
next week. Where were you planning to go, Señor Robi? What else are you
haven't seen it in this city? What would you like to see before leaving?
And he found the answer to all her questions.
Feeling this, she quickly squeezed her interlocutor’s palm, as if trying
calm him down. He took a deep drag of cigarette smoke and narrowed his eyes. His
His chest rose and fell heavily.
“Tell me,” she whispered after a couple of minutes. “Which place did you want?”
visit before leaving town?
Robi sighed and answered slowly:
- Catacombs.
There was a cemetery at the top of the hill. From there the whole city was visible. He
stood on a gentle slope, and the cobblestone streets first flowed, then
streams and then rivers of streets flowed down to flood it with strong and
a beautiful stone, polished over centuries to a smooth shine. How bitter
irony that best view The view of the city was from the cemetery. high wall
surrounded by rows of tombstones. They looked like wedding cookies, with
powder-covered angels and cherubs, with icing curls that are about to
threatened to fall to the ground in cold granite ribbons. And despite the fact that
the tombstones were as big as beds, the cemetery yard resembled a creation
mad confectioner. On chilly evenings the whole valley could be seen from here,
covered with small prickly lights. And the barking of dogs, as sharp as
the sound of a tuning fork falling on a stone filled her with an alarming echo. And according to
funeral processions stretched along the winding road, and people carried
oak coffins on shoulders.
Robbie Kibber stopped in the middle of the slope and, raising his chin,
examined the cemetery wall.
“Don’t go there today,” Celia asked. “Can’t you
wait until tomorrow?
“No,” he answered in a sad voice. “Now I know what it is.”
the only place McClar can be found. It bothered me all the time
mind, but until today I didn’t want to believe in such a possibility. I
examined other places, leaving the catacombs for last. I was told that
this is a terrible dungeon, where along the walls there are mummies chained with iron
chains.
Robie began to walk up the hill and soon stopped at a stall with
soft drinks.
“It’s hot,” he said to Celia with a tired smile. “Would you like a drink?”
orange juice? I think this is what we need now.
-You look sick.
- Yes, I guess I got sick. And after today I'm going to be sick
for the rest of my life.
They stood on a sunlit street, drinking juice from bottles and without shade.
embarrassed, they made idiotic smacking sounds with their lips. Robie emptied the bottle and
looked at the girl who was standing behind the counter of the stall. She licked
a small sugar corpse that she held in her hand.
Robbie froze in place. He watched with horror how the child's white teeth
bit into the pink body of the sugar doll.
In the end, the American sighed, turned away and silently walked to the top
hill. The shadow of his companion glided lightly and carelessly next to him. They
rose higher and higher - to where they swung on rusty hinges and
The old gates creaked, behind which the cemetery began.
In the wide square next to the church, under the shade of green trees, they sat
People. They were waiting for some events or entertainment. If something
happened, they jumped to their feet, ran up and took part in it. A
the sun was already descending towards the hills, highlighting the shining thread of the narrow-gauge railway, which
was drawn to the silver mines. People in the square were waiting for it to get dark.
Robie Kibber walked slowly down the street. From time to time he stopped and
detachedly examined the windows of the houses. Celia walked nearby, but Robie did not notice her.
The world has changed and everything has lost its value. He went into some bar and
ordered a glass of beer.
And Douglas McClar really was underground on the top of the hill. Directly
Now. In the cold catacombs.
They walked up the hill and gave the pesos to the cemetery watchman. When he
opened the steel door, they went down the stone spiral staircase and
walked through a dimly lit hall, where one hundred and twenty-five
chained mummies. Open mouths and remaining beards. It seemed like the dead
when they appeared, they recoiled to the sides and raised a silent cry of displeasure.
They walked past the mummies, trying not to look at the cheekbones,
covered with leather. They wandered through the catacombs for a long time until they found the body
McClara. It was well preserved in the dry air of the underground.
Robbie Kibber left the bar, and a small street led him to the square
in front of the church. Celia Diaz has gone somewhere.
A brass band with five trumpeters marched bravely along one of the alleys,
spinning the melody into the unpredictable wheel of a musical centrifuge. Men in
in knitted pants they beat drums, blew trumpets and lovingly kissed
mouthpieces of their black clarinets. Robie heard them only when they
walked a meter away from him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I'm sick. I'm afraid. I need people tonight. A lot
people so that they protect me from all sides! I need people and music. I
I'll stay here, in the heart of the fiesta, until my girlfriend comes for me. I
I won’t go to the hotel along a dark alley. I can't be alone! If I stay on
square, he won't be able to get to me!"
"Who is he?"
The man who killed Douglas McClure.
The band marched across the bandstand playing "Yankee Boof." The melody flowed from
strange damage, castrated by the whim of the soloist and the breath of those who
blew it out of the pipes. She just looked like "Yankee Chump" and there was something about her
scary and evil.
They want to kill me, thought Robie Kibber.
"Don't whine like an idiot. Go to the police."
"What will this give? Perhaps they already know about McClar's body lying in
catacombs They know and hush up this fact so as not to cause complications with
by the American government. These things have happened more than once."
A bull appeared in the square - a bull made of papier-mâché, which was piled on
shoulders of Old Thomas. The reed frame covered almost the entire body
the old man, leaving only his legs free. They stomped and shuffled menacingly along
the pavement, as if an angry bull was eager to attack.
How did Douglas McClar die?
There was a strange hole on his forehead between his eyes.
From a bullet?
"No. It's not a bullet wound. But I don't know what could have left such
hole."
People jumped up from the benches. Something started to explode. Old Thomas
lighting bamboo firecrackers under the frame, he rushed towards the crowd, which
trembled and ran away from him.
Suddenly the bull's head was enveloped in a cloud of smoke, illuminated by flashes of fire.
Roby screamed involuntarily. A swarm of balls flew out of the reed frame
bright red flame. The crackle of gunfire was heard. Flaming balls poured out,
fountained and rushed into the crowd! People stepped back. Around the bull
a wide ring has formed. Old Thomas ran around in circles, scaring
brave men running out. The eyes of the painted mask smoldered with fire and hissing
orange sparks were scattered. Crackers made from Roman candles
soared into the air, shot out jets of liquid flame and showered the screaming children
prickly fiery rain. Desperate boys ran out of the crowd and waved
in front of Old Thomas with red scarves. The "bull" rushed at them. Someone fell and
shouted. Someone dodged the clumsy old man and laughed loudly.
People circled under the green crowns of trees, bumped into each other and
jumped over the benches, running away from the fiery bull. One of the crackers hit
baby's starched shirtfront. He fell into a ditch, raising a fountain of splashes, and
screamed heart-rendingly. And the “bull” was burning, emitting rockets, sparks, smoke, and people,
gasping for breath, holding their sides and pushing towards the audience near the trees, screaming from
delight and rejoiced at this wild fun.
The crowd picked up Robie and carried him with him. He ran, slowly at first,
then faster and faster. His face became flushed. He suddenly wanted
find yourself in the very center of events, spinning and falling, laughing and grabbing
people by their clothes, to cover themselves with them like shields, to hide from the one who
watched him and waited in the ominous darkness. He wanted to forget and run -
run and laugh. At first the laughter was hysterical and unnatural, but then
Along with fatigue came real fun. He jumped over the fence
dodging the bull's attacks and then taunting him as he lunged at
someone else. Old Thomas circled the square bombarding the crowd
flaming balls of crackers. A black cloud of smoke hung above him. Someone released
a dozen rockets, and they, piercing the sky and stars, created for a moment a beautiful
lace arch made of red flames.
And the “bull” rushed towards the crowd again. People ran away, and Robi
Kibber was left alone with the ferocious monster. Screaming in embarrassment
delighted, he backed away towards the church fence. All thoughts and feelings
disappeared. He was seized with fear in front of the “bull”, which was spewing sparks and flames. Fiery
the ball burned his ear. Robie screamed and ran away. There was a crash
shots, and something hit his arm. He bent down and laughed, running
running into a crowd of people.
Among them was Celia.
She stood on the edge of the square and anxiously watched his wild
jumping and dodging. Robie began to push his way towards her, apologizing and pushing her
Elbows of dense rows of swirling pandemonium. Having reached Celia, he
suddenly felt nauseous and almost fell on stone slabs.
There was genuine horror in her gaze. She looked at the blood that
flowed down his hand in a smooth, warm stream.
“You were shot, Robie,” she whispered.
The sounds of the orchestra were drowned in the growing noise. He fell to his knees and buried himself
face at Celia's feet. She grabbed him by the arms and tried to lift him...
In Mexico, doctors are of no use. They can drive anyone to
hysterics with their lazy questions, imperturbable appearance and absolute
incompetence. You can shout at them and stomp your feet. You can even
cry a little. And the doctor will quietly and calmly bandage your wound and say,
that this is a fiesta, sir. It's okay, calm down. Some man in
in a fit of joy he fired his pistol. A common accident. But you
won't you go to the police, sir? And who should I complain about? No one!
And this wound may not be from a bullet at all. Perhaps the senor was scratched by
nail? What are you saying? No? Yes, it really is deeper. Yes, we should
admit it's a bullet wound. But believe me, the shot was made from pure
hearts! Forget about it, sir. Forget and enjoy life!
As Robie left the doctor's office, Celia ran up to him.
- Did you see who shot at me?
- No, I didn’t see anything. And no one saw. Everyone was running and pushing
and shouted. But you're lucky. The bullet tore out a piece of meat and missed the bone.
- This doctor... He sits there and philosophizes about death! Can
to think that there are no safe places in Mexico at all! Whether you're alone or in a crowd
other people...
“You really should go back to the States.”
- No! I'll stay! I must get Douglas out of the catacombs and send him
his ashes go home to his relatives, who will bury the poor man according to Christian laws.
And I will also demand an investigation! But this morning... I'm completely covered in stubble.
Robie glared at her and turned away. She was a stranger. Everybody is here
it was alien and frightening. And he could no longer trust this woman. Maybe,
she...
“You’re tired,” said Celia. “You’d better go to your room and lie down in the
bed.
He returned to the hotel.
And there a funeral procession awaited him.
It was a small board lying on his bed, with plasticine
figurines that depicted a funeral procession.
He turned on the light, locked the door and sat down tiredly on the floor against the wall,
looking at a terrible gift.
A tiny priest with a nut for a head held a black book and,
raising his hand up, he called to the holy heavens. Little Church Boys
raised mourning flags. Next to them stood a coffin, on the lid of which lay
sugar skull A photograph of the deceased was taped to the altar - photograph
Robie.
He looked around the small room hauntedly. Someone rummaged through the suitcases,
I found an old photograph and, cutting out the face, pasted it on a small altar.
No notes or warnings. There were quite enough figures. In el Dia
de Muerte such boards were sold in every market. But they were not left on
friends' beds - even for fun. The silent room looked at Robie
empty eye sockets of the skull. He felt cold. It's cold to the point of nausea. He started
tremble.
There was a quiet knock. Roby stood up and listened. Taking a deep breath, he
opened the door and looked out into the corridor.
“Senor!” came a whistling whisper.
Old Thomas reeked of sweat and wine.
- I have urgent business with you.
- I am tired and want to sleep.
Thomas looked at his bed and pointed a trembling finger at
plasticine figures.
- I need to talk to you about this, sir. I recently
walked along the corridor and saw the man who brought it into your room
this little surprise. I thought you might be interested to hear his name.
Robbie blinked in confusion and asked:
-Have you seen his face?
- It wasn't a man. A woman came to see you.
- Woman?
- Yes, Senorita Celia. I saw it with my own eyes.
- You better go home. I'm cold, and you're just drunk...
- She didn't notice me. She had this board in her hands. She entered your
number and stayed there for a few minutes. Hey-hey, senor! You feel bad?
Robie swayed and closed his eyes.
- Yes, I don't feel well.
- Senor, I see this girl with you every day. In Mexico we don't
it is customary for a woman to walk the streets with a stranger or
met him alone. Yesterday Senora Licone, who makes sweets and
sugar skulls, told me: “Oh, that Celia! She’s just crazy!
She came to me and asked me to write an American name on one of the skulls
Roby." I forgot to think about it, but then I heard that you were wounded at the fiesta. And
when I saw her with the board and figures, I felt uneasy. That's why,
sir, I decided to tell you about Celia.
Robie sank to the floor with a groan, clutching his bandaged hand to his chest.
- Could you take me to Senora Licona?
- Certainly can.
- I want to ask her about the sugar skull.
- OK.
Old Thomas licked his dry lips. His dark face looked black
a spot with crazy eyes shining on it.
- Do you know why it seemed strange to me? Because it's up to you here
there was another American...
- Another!?
- Sit a little longer. You are very pale and weak. Yes, sir, another one
American. He lived in this hotel a year ago and also walked around with the senorita.
streets. I saw them leaving the hotel hand in hand...
“Celia,” Robbie Kibber whispered quietly. “Is it really Celia?”
- And one night this American disappeared!
- Yes, yes, I know.
- And Celia pretended to be surprised and saddened by his disappearance. ABOUT,
these women! How cunning they are! But we saw how she dragged
American suitcases!
“Why didn’t you report this to the police?” he asked in amazement.
Robie.
- Why, senor? The American has disappeared. Perhaps he left for his own States.
Ooh! So you think he was killed? is it so bad? I'm
suspected Celia when clouds began to gather over you. And look how everyone
converges! She clung to you like that American. I gave you some sugar
scull. She brought figures and a board. And you were also wounded at the fiesta today. But
This is already serious! That's why I came to you. So you want to meet with
Senora Licone?
- Yes. Take me to her.
-She lives nearby.
They walked along the street past the undertaker's workshop. Even at this late hour
From there came the sound of a hammer and the busy singing of a saw. Through the open door
two men could be seen doing their hard work.
Celia, Robie thought. Affectionate Celia with such gentle and kind eyes.
Why did she decide to do this? Perhaps the girl fell in love with Douglas, and he
violating Mexican customs, he treated her vulgarly and rudely. And then she
killed him in a fit of hatred and despair. They say it's like this in Mexico
happens often. Here they kill quickly and without words, disliking thorough
plans and slow poison. A blow, and a second later bitter remorse. Dagger or
pistol - reliably, quickly and forever.
Could Douglas really inflict such a burning insult on you? Perhaps he's just
wanted to hold you and kiss you? Or did your family not like McClar? Well,
Yes! Your reputation suffered because people saw you together. Normal
It's for the Americans, but not for you. And that's why you killed Douglas - out of revenge.
and from hopeless love. She killed him and took his suitcases from his room. Everything looked
as if he had left. But in fact, you lured the guy into the catacombs and
left him there lifeless naked body. You may have gone down there more than once
and laughed at McClar's remains. What a nightmare! What heartlessness! But
then I arrived, and you tried to force me to go back to
States. How were you supposed to know that I was so stubborn...
- Right here, senor.
They turned onto dark alley. In the bottomless abyss of the sky flickered
cold stars. Somewhere in the valley a dog howled. And next to me a guitar was crying,
shedding tears of crystal clear chords. And someone's voice sang a sad song.
- Tell me, Thomas? Still far?
- It’s already close, sir. Really close.
Ah, Celia, Robie thought as he walked up the hill. You failed to hide from
me his body. You still haven't found reliable people who could pull you out
McClar from the catacombs and bury him on the outskirts of the city. Or perhaps you
I didn't want Douglas to be taken away from there. Are you really playing with me?
some kind of tricky game? Did you really want me to find the murdered McClair?
The moon seemed like the thorn of a dead man who looked from heaven to an empty
land. Two men walked up a wide street, and their shadows moved in front of
them. The old man turned towards a building whose contours were very familiar. On
Banners and ribbons fluttered along the fence at the gate.
- Is this an arena, Thomas? Bullring?
- Yes, there are bullfights here.
- Does Senora Licone really live here somewhere?
- She doesn't have her own home. She huddles under the podium and does the same thing
sweets like sugar skulls and little pink corpses. Here we go.
They entered a silent arena illuminated by moonlight. White sand
seemed like water covered with ripples. The rows of empty benches looked like circles on
the walls of a huge funnel.
- How do you feel, senor?
- Not very good. I was tired of this long climb.
“Look here,” Thomas exclaimed, pointing to the black knot that
lay on the sand. - Look, someone left a bullfighter's equipment here.
On a scarlet cape lay black pointe shoes, a small beret and a dim
shiny sword.
“Yes, someone forgot their things,” said Robie and looked around anxiously.
Thomas squatted down, picked up his beret and straightened it with his hand lovingly.
- It’s just a shame to forget such goodness. Have you ever seen
real bullfight?
- Several times, but I didn’t like her.
- You are an American, sir.
Thomas put the beret on his head and stood in front of Robie. His body straightened.
He lowered his hands and asked proudly:
- How do I look, mister?
- Very good. But maybe you can take me to Senora Licona...
- So I didn’t make an impression on you?
- No, you really look beautiful, however...
- Do you know that once, many years ago, I was the best bullfighter?
Mexico?
- I don't doubt it, but I...
- Please, sir, listen to the old man.
His body cast a long shadow, and Thomas seemed very tall and
strong. He stopped slouching. His muscles relaxed, his chin rose
upward, and a young, perky fire shone in the old eyes.
“I once fought here with three bulls,” he said.
Same day! The stands were packed to the brim with people. When I finished
the last battle, they cut off the ears of the bulls and gave them to me. And people threw
arena hats, gloves and wallets. It looked like rain. And it was rain
my glory!
Robi looked at the old man and did not say a word. It started to boil inside him
cold discontent. Thomas bent down, picking up his cloak and sword.
- I was considered the best, and when I conducted the “Veronica”... that’s how
So...
He spun around, performing a series of lunges.
- The audience burst into applause, and it was wonderful.
Suddenly Thomas bent down and quickly put on his pointe shoes instead of the guaraches that
he was thrown off his feet.
“And now...” the old man cried, approaching Robi.
- I would like to see Senora Licone...
- Yes, yes, the woman who makes sugar skulls. And here she is.
Thomas pointed his sword towards the podium. Robbie turned around. At that very moment
something pierced the back of his head.
-Let's start, sir!
Roby screamed, jumped to the side and almost fell. He ran his hand over
the back of the head and neck, and the fingers felt three small needles to which they were attached
thin ribbons fluttering in the wind - red, white and green. Pulling out
needles, Robie threw them on the sand.
- What are you doing!?
“Oh, you were interested!” the old man said with a grin. “This
banderillas. Bull neck peaks. If you have been to a bullfight, you have seen how
The bandilleros stuck banderillas into the neck of the bull. I did the same now.
- Thomas! “Are you crazy!” the American shouted, stepping back.
The old man hit him with his sword. The point pierced his leg. The blade entered the thigh
and left. Falling to the ground, Robie looked at the blood in horror.
- Thomas!
The old man bent over him, covering the moon with his body.
- Do you want to know what happened this evening?
“Thomas,” the fallen man whispered breathlessly.
- I tried to shoot you at the fiesta. Under the skeleton of a carnival bull
I had a revolver hidden. But you escaped death, sir.
- Take me to that woman...
Robbie couldn't breathe. His mouth opened and closed. He felt
nauseating pain.
“There is no woman,” the old man answered with a laugh. “But maybe
do you want to know what will happen tomorrow morning, sir? Tomorrow Celia will start
ask about you. And it turns out that you left the hotel. We left
far, far away! And your suitcases will disappear from the room along with you.
Robbie tried to get up.
“Come on, get up!” Thomas cried. “I’ll meet you with a good blow!”
Robie tried to step on his injured leg. The pain burned him furiously
fire. He swayed, but still stood.
- You are crazy! Put down your sword, idiot!
- Oh, no, senor.
- Why do you want to kill me?
- Because.
Thomas adjusted the birreta on his head. Robie Kibber staggered once more. He is with
could hardly withstand the onslaught of pain. Blood flashed before my eyes, frozen
moonlight and clear sky.
“I will scream,” he warned the old man. “People will hear me and
they'll come running here.
- You won't do this, senor, and ruin our game. Otherwise I'll kill
you very quickly. A sword strike between the eyes.
Robie trembled. He saw Douglas's corpse in the catacombs. Strange hole in
the skull has found its solution. It was the mark of a bullfighter's sword. So this is how he died
McClar!
- Now we will continue our little game. I'll be the greatest
a bullfighter in the world, and you, senor, are a bull. I will entice you and
dodge attacks. And you will have to attack me again and again. By
As things progress, I will begin to cut off your arms and legs. Then there will be blows to the chest!
Then the final lunge! And let the moon enjoy this fight! May the stars
will fill the stands!
- But what did I do to you? Thomas?
- Every day I saw you entering and leaving the hotel. And together with
Celia has always been you. But she is our woman! She is not one of your harlots!
The old man stood before them, tall and proud.
- In the light of the sun and moon, you walked with her, laughed and did not pay attention to
no attention from me. Every day, every single day, I saw you
touched her hands, whispered some words to her, and my hatred for you
became as big as that other American. He came to
Last year. He also walked and laughed with Celia. Pathetic Yankee.
Drunken tourist. Celia looked at him as if he were a god. How does he look now?
you. She didn't notice Old Thomas. But I was once famous throughout
Mexico - from Oaxaca to Guadalajara and Monterrey. But Thomas is an old man now. He
can no longer run around the arena. Not a single bull will look at him anymore. Them
more, woman. Even the pigs don't respect Old Thomas anymore, and people spit
on him. An old man who was gored by some bull...
He made a sharp movement with his hand and lifted his shirt. On brown
skin, crossing the entire side and part of the abdomen, stretched a wide white scar, which
left from a bull's horn.
- Do you see, senor? This is a sign of my valor! Badge of the bullfighter profession!
But what do scars mean to young women? Celia walks and laughs with you. And year
She used to go with someone else. And then one day my hatred reached its limit. I
lured him here one night, and we played a bullfight with him -
Mexican hero versus stupid American animal. I killed him.
Now it's your turn!
- Thomas, I have nothing against you. You an old man....
“I’m not old!” the Mexican shouted with rage and, running up to Robi
Kibberu, swung his sword. “She’s the one who thinks I’m old!” Stupid
stupid Celia! Every day she walks past my bench and doesn't even look at me.
me. Every day for years I look at her Beautiful face, on her
wonderful gait. And I say to myself: "No! These Yankees will not get it!" I will
kill anyone who comes here and tries to turn her head. One,
second, third. There might be a dozen of you before they catch me.
But you won't get it! She is mine!
Thomas cut the air with his sword.
- Move! Move, Yankees! Do not stay on the same place! Run! Attack me!
Fight me! Show your prowess!
- My leg... I can't walk.
- Then I'll make you run!
Thomas hit him in the face with the hilt of his sword. Anger made Robie forget about the pain
in the leg. He hobbled towards the old man, but he quickly dodged.
“Okay!” the Mexican shouted, waving his cape. “Let’s do it one more time!”
Robie rushed towards him.
- More! Like this! And further!
The young man stopped, gasping in pain and rage. The old man nodded
and looked at the moon.
- It's already late. It's time to end the fight. Now you will run at me and I will
I'll pierce your brain with a blade.
He lifted the cape and it fluttered in the cold wind. The moon filled
the world with an illusory ghostly light.
Robie's vision blurred. The wounded leg throbbed like a big
heart. The earth swayed under him, and in time with it they trembled and spun
stars.
“Thomas,” he whispered quietly. “I hate you!”
“Forward!” shouted the old man, waving his cape.
The sword flew up, cutting through the howling wind.
“I hate it!” repeated the American.
“The time has come,” said Old Thomas.
- It's here.
Roby feinted forward, and when the sword flashed in the air,
he fell, rolled to the side and jumped on the bullfighter from the side. Trimming your feet
old man, he pulled his knitted trousers towards him, and Thomas fell on the floor with a squeal.
back. They rolled around the arena, snatching each other's swords and getting tangled up in
scarlet cape. Then one of them jumped to his knees and, clutching the hilt with both
hands, pierced the chest of the enemy lying on the white sand.
“This is for me,” he wheezed, swinging and pulling out the sword from
bodies.
He raised his blade and plunged it again into his opponent, who was writhing in
death throes.
- This is for Celia.
The sword rose up again and fell down.
- And this is for Douglas McClar!
When Celia met Robie on the street early in the morning, he was limping
was returning from the doctor to the hotel. She noticed something small in his hand.
white object. Church bells rang and the sun rose lazily above
blue hills. The morning air seemed surprisingly sweet from the smoke of the stoves,
where the housewives prepared breakfast. Robie inhaled it with a happy look,
I plucked pieces from the sugar skull and put them in my mouth. When Celia approached
I greeted him and he was finishing the last bite. Chewed and swallowed
leftovers, Roby smiled back, hugged his beloved girl, and their lips merged into
long kiss.
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O Devi! You are the mind, the sky, the air, the fire, the water, the earth. Nothing exists outside of you during your transformation. You have become the sacred queen of Shiva to change your own blissful form of consciousness into that of the world.
A reckless celebration, pervasive fun and thousands of the living dead filled the city - nothing surprising. This is Mexico celebrating Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead).
Everything is turned upside down. Night will become day, the cemetery will become the most popular place in the city, the living will dress up as the dead, and the dead will come to life.
Historically, Mexico has a completely different attitude towards death than the Europe we are used to. Death is not the end for them, but the continuation of life in another world. The dead are not remembered here, but are greeted with joy. After all, this is the only day when beloved relatives who have left this world can visit them.
Dia de los Muertos: history
Celebrating the Day of the Dead with its traditions goes back to the ancient Aztecs and Mayans. Their belief system was strongly associated with the rituals of death and resurrection. Even before the Spanish conquest of Mexico, the Aztecs kept the skulls of relatives in their homes and used them in symbolic ceremonies.
In the summer, for one month, a revelry was organized in the form of a series of bloody sacrifices, thereby paying tribute to the dead, the afterlife and its patroness - the goddess Mictlancihuatl.
Already to the first conquerors of Mexico it seemed as if the Aztecs were mocking death in their rituals. The rituals were considered blasphemous. The indigenous people of Central America were forcibly converted to Catholicism, but their traditions were not so easily eradicated. Of course, we managed to abolish blood sacrifices and reduce the monthly revelry to 3 days. But replacing joy with sorrow, and the skull (one of the main symbols of Day of the Dead) with a cross, did not work out.
When is Day of the Dead celebrated in Mexico?
They tried to fit the pagan holiday into the Christian canon as much as possible. Dia de los Muertos was previously celebrated on the 9th month of the Aztec calendar, but it was moved to November 1-2, when Catholics celebrate All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day. Sometimes they start celebrating it earlier, on October 31st.
Dia de los Muertos is a national holiday in Mexico, so these days are considered holidays and schools and businesses are closed.
- Nov. 1- Day of the Little Angels (Día de Angelitos), when departed children and infants are honored.
- November 2- Día de los Muertos itself, when deceased adults are remembered.
Day of the Dead Traditions
According to Mexican beliefs, it is believed that the dead continue to live in the afterlife - Mictlan, and death is only a transition from one life to another. And a year after death, the deceased return to their homes to feel the joy of life, see relatives and friends, and get what they loved.
In large cities, preparations for Dia de los Muertos take place several months in advance. Schools, institutes and local communities are starting to make masks, costumes, and life-size puppets. The musicians rehearse daily. Altar designs are drawn up, truckloads of freshly cut flowers are ordered.
Altar and offerings
The altar of yellow marigolds is a symbolic door between worlds, which is designed to help souls find home. The flower itself is often called the flower of the dead - flor del muerto. There should be an altar in every home. In recent years, they have even been installed in squares, schools, shops and restaurants, hospitals, hotels and airports.
Gifts are laid at the altar: flowers, candles, tamales (a dish made from corn flour), fruits, toys for children, alcohol for adults. Mandatory attributes are water, since the spirits are thirsty after traveling, and special sweet bread of the dead (pan de muertos).
Women spend the whole day preparing the food that the deceased loved most. In the houses, a bed is made for the deceased to rest on. Friends and relatives gather together for a joyful meeting with the deceased.
Skulls, skeletons and more
On the eve of the Festival of the Dead, store shelves are filled with miniature skulls, skeletons and coffins made of chocolate, clay or cardboard. In shop windows they often stand in pyramids, vaguely reminiscent of Aztec tzompantli - walls made of skulls of the vanquished, as a symbol of the inextricable pair of death and life.
Skulls and skeletons are everywhere: in windows, doors, on the streets, painted on clothes, walls and asphalt. They often smile and are made in bright, cheerful colors. They may even give you a skull or a coffin with your name on it, don’t be surprised - it’s from the bottom of their hearts. They are usually given as gifts to relatives and friends. And children can generally enjoy these lollipops in the shape of skulls.
Calavera Catrina
The skeleton, dressed in rich women's clothing with a wide-brimmed hat, is also one of the constant symbols of the Day of the Dead. Some believe that this is what the goddess Mictlancihuatl would look like now. But in fact, this symbol came from an engraving by artist José Guadalupe Posada - La Calavera de la Catrina (1913). The artist sought to show that the rich and successful are also subject to death. But one way or another, over time, the image of Katrina firmly became part of the Day of the Dead paraphernalia.
Engraving: José Guadalupe Posada
A visit to the cemetery is the culmination of the holiday
Parking lots near the cemetery are occupied for kilometers around, and people flock to it in a dense stream.
The graves are being put in order. They are strewn with petals, wreaths and bouquets of yellow marigolds, decorated with candles, and they bring the deceased’s favorite food and drinks, as well as his photographs. There is also a picnic and dancing to mariachi music.
A night trip to the cemetery is not a sad event, but a long-awaited meeting with family, an opportunity to spend time with them, and at the same time have fun, eat well and drink with family and friends. Near each grave there is a family idyll. Men chat, women bustle around snacks, older relatives talk funny stories from the life of the deceased, dressed up children play, and babies sleep in the arms of their parents.
Parade of the Dead
And yet, the tradition of intimate nighttime gatherings in the cemetery is more likely to be characteristic of residents of small towns and villages. But in large policies, they are increasingly organizing a real carnival.
In Oaxaca de Juarez, Dia de los Muertos is celebrated on a grand scale. This is a city of dancing skeletons, colorful skulls, brass bands and mariachis.
The city, deserted during the day, suddenly becomes filled with traveling orchestras towards nightfall. Classical and folk instruments create an incredible musical mix of motifs that will raise the dead from the grave, and make the living dance all night long.
Long processions of mummers and just onlookers gather behind the orchestras - this is the so-called comparsa. Surprisingly, such a procession arises spontaneously and has neither a clear route nor a schedule. At any time you can join the dancing crowd and make circles around the city in a musical frenzy.
Carnival is everywhere. But the mind-clearing madness will go away at first light on November 3rd, until next year.
Regional differences
Nowadays, the scale of Day of the Dead celebrations in some places in Mexico overshadows Christmas. But traditions often vary from region to region. We will remember them only briefly.
IN Oaxaca de Juarez give preference to carnival processions.
IN Valley of Mexico- decoration of altars and houses of the deceased dominates.
IN Pomuch city They still observe traditions more typical of pre-Columbian culture. Here, every year, the remains of their loved ones are exhumed and cleaned of flesh, and in subsequent years, wiped. The next video should not be watched by the faint of heart..
Near Tlahuac in Mexico city preserved rural folk traditions. It is here that you can see one of the most brightly decorated cemeteries.
IN Ocotepeque They arrange a huge number of sacrifices. And from the houses where people died over the past year, a road lined with flowers leads to the cemetery.
Halloween and Day of the Dead
Both of these holidays are held almost at the same time, and at first glance they have many similarities. Both Halloween and Day of the Dead originated from early cultures and later mixed with Christianity. Also, both are based on the belief that these days the dead return to the world of the living. The paraphernalia with symbols of death is also very similar. But that's where the commonalities end.
Halloween is more about the fear of death. The holiday is replete with negative characters: demons, witches, vampires, zombies and so on. Masks are worn so that evil spirits mistake the living for their own and do not harm them.
And the Day of the Dead is more about love for loved ones, the joy of meeting the dead, and their veneration. In Dia de los Muertos, death is something to be celebrated, not feared.
The Mexican skull is a very common symbol today that can be seen in a variety of areas. He inspires fashion designers of clothing, accessories and home goods, make-up artists and make-up artists, tattoo artists and decorators, painters, sculptors and designers of all kinds.
It may seem that a skull painted with multi-colored curls carries a threatening meaning or negative energy. But as soon as you learn more about this symbol, your attitude towards it changes to the opposite. Our article will answer the questions of those who are interested in unusual turtles. A small selection colorful illustrations will only confirm that this image is not scary at all.
History of the symbol
There are many names that go by this image. The most common ones are calavera, Mexican or sugar skull.
The history of the skull is associated with Mexico. There he represents the Day of the Dead - an ancient holiday that was born as a result of the fusion of ancient local culture and the traditions of the Spanish conquistadors.
Missionaries brought a new religion and new customs to the mainland. One of them was All Saints' Day. Those celebrating were supposed to donate money to the church, which was supposed to help deceased relatives in the afterlife.
But pagan traditions looked at death differently. The local population did not consider someone’s death a grief, and no one there knew about the suffering of souls in purgatory. The dead in Mexico were remembered during holidays whose names can hardly be pronounced at first: Mikailuitontli and Socotueztli. However, none of these days were mournful. On the contrary, the population was having fun.
One should not expect that hardened pagans would instantly learn to be sad at the behest of newcomers from Old Europe. That did not happen. The holidays were as fun as they were. And the natives did not bring gold to the local churches, but gifts: juicy fruits, delicate flowers, ripe grain. Moreover, the gifts were not addressed to the church at all, but directly to the church that went to better world relatives.
The mixture of customs gave rise to a single holiday called Dia de los Muertos. One of the main attributes of the event was an unusual character - Katrina Calavera. She was a skeleton, but not a simple one, but decorated with everything possible, and dressed in luxurious dress. But what about it? It's a holiday after all!
It was in honor of this lady that the Mexicans began to prepare a treat - sugar skulls decorated with multi-colored glaze. Later, the same Mexican skull began to be used for other paraphernalia: garlands, street lamps, outfits, masks and much more. Over the years, the variety of applications has only increased, because this image has become a kind of symbol of the country. But the calavera skull has become so popular that it can be found almost everywhere.
Makeup and makeup “Mexican Skull”
Today, there are lovers of colorful skulls all over the world. This image inspires make-up artists and makeup artists. Nowadays, Mexican Skull makeup for Halloween, carnival or costume party is quite common.
It is not difficult to cope with the task even for those who do not have special education. It is enough to have basic skills in applying cosmetics. If you decide to do such an experiment, our little cheat sheet will help with this.
- The basic complexion tone is usually light. It can even be white or silver, but if you don’t like such radical transformations, use a regular foundation, the color of which is several shades lighter than your “native” one.
- Highlight the area around the eyes. Usually it is made black, purple, dark green. You can use other shades, including gold and silver.
- Lips are usually painted in the color of the main tone of the face. And thin lines are drawn from the corners of the mouth to the cheeks, putting perpendicular lines on them to give them a resemblance to the skull.
- The tip of the nose should also be highlighted dark.
- You can and even need to use rhinestones and other decorative elements(they can be secured with false eyelash glue).
- Using thin makeup pencils, you can draw flowers on your cheeks, chin, and forehead.
De los Muertos style mask
What carnival can do without this accessory? There are a huge variety of ready-made masks on sale, but you can make this stylish little thing yourself. To do this, you will need a white, plain base mask, which can be found in any holiday supplies department. The “Mexican Skull” mask (female) can be painted with ordinary acrylic paints according to the same principle as makeup: dark areas around the eyes and on the tip of the nose, painting with flowers, rhinestone decorations. Want more decorativeness? Remember how the Indians decorated Catrina Calavera and use the same materials. Roses made of foamiran or plastic, lace, beads and bows will harmoniously fit into the overall style.
Skulls on the catwalk and in everyday fashion
Those who follow fashion have probably already remembered one of the most famous and eminent skull lovers - Alexander McQueen. He used this element to create bags, shoes, clothing, jewelry, and accessories. His models, which intertwine luxury and dark gothic style, have more than once conquered the fashion world with their unique charm.
A Mexican-style skull can often be seen on casual wear. Moreover, it is equally popular among both sexes who like to dress up.
The illustration above shows a model from ZARA's recent collection. Many models decorated with a sugar skull can be found in the catalogs of the fashionable youth brand Pull&Bear.
Home accessories
Surely you noticed the collection of funny sofa cushions (photo below), which are decorated with a Mexican skull. This home accessory, as well as many others in the same spirit, was created by Chinese designers. In the Middle Kingdom, calavera also found many admirers. Today you can easily find curtains, bed linen, dishes and other household goods on sale. And one of the most famous toy manufacturers, the American company Mattel, even released a Skelita doll, the make-up of which is made in the best traditions of the Day of the Dead.
Mexican skull in tattoo art
Tattoo artists have long chosen this expressive subject for their works. The skull can be made in either black and white or bright colors. To make the tattoo harmonious and complete, it is complemented with roses, beads, lace and ribbons.
As we can see, the image really does not contain anything terrible. On the contrary, his distinctive aesthetic often inspires those who think positively and believe that earthly death is just the beginning of the next stage.
The generally accepted meaning of this picture is death, withering, the personification of transience and the rapid completion of human life. Naturally, such themes are not suitable for every person, so you should not get a tattoo if you are a cheerful person.
- Skull with wings can represent an optimistic outcome, the beginning of a new life, a transition to heaven. This tattoo gives a hopeful feeling.
- The opposite meaning of skulls with snake. This image symbolizes immortality and simultaneous wisdom, gives confidence in oneself and one’s strengths, and acts as a talisman.
- You can place on your forearm or other body part animal skull(owl, bull, goat, wolf). This will symbolize courage, the desire to go to the end.
- Please note: the skull is also used in the criminal environment; it signifies determination and the desire for power; it is often used by criminal authorities.
- Skull with clock symbolizes the transience of time. It can serve as a reminder that life is not eternal and you need to do as much as possible.
- Skull with knife- a symbol of belligerence and aggressiveness, suitable for men who are not ready to compromise and are accustomed to fighting for their place in the sun. A dragon tattoo means the same thing.
- Skull with feathers or with the image of a black raven can often be found among Gothic culture, among representatives of informal groups who like to think about death and its impact on our world.
Often this tattoo is popular among bikers who like to flirt with death. The image serves as a reminder to make the most of life.
Skull in the culture of Mexico and ancient Indians
Mexican culture can surprise: drawings of skeletons and skulls are depicted almost everywhere! Souvenirs, booklets, clothing and interiors are literally crammed with symbols of death and bright multi-colored skulls.
Modern Mexicans revere death and give it affectionate names, such as the Black Lady, Holy Death or Bride. Calavera - Goddess of Death - is the Mexican symbol of the Day of the Dead (Día de los Muertos), which is celebrated in November.
The traditional image of Calavera is a skull decorated with flowers and colorful patterns.
In this amazing way, Mexicans express their deep respect to the Goddess and celebrate the memory of deceased friends and family members. On the Day of the Dead holiday, death itself is seen as a global liberation.
Meaning of Calavera Skull Tattoo
Calavera is a Mexican Goddess
The Calavera tattoo does not have a negative meaning! The tradition of getting a tattoo in the form of a colorful skull, which has gone far beyond the borders of Mexico, has acquired a new, more positive connotation for the world. The meaning of the Calavera tattoo can be defined as rebirth, fearlessness and perseverance.
The skull and eye were often found among the American Indians; it symbolized protection from the evil eye and absurd death. This tattoo acted as a talisman or talisman.
For many peoples, a small skull on the neck or other part of the body simply serves as a tribute to the memory of the deceased to a loved one, in this case you should not look for hidden subtexts in it.
Suitable places on the body for a skull tattoo
- The best option is an image on the shoulder, most often this is how men's tattoos are done. It will symbolize your courage and serious approach to any matter.
- Small tattoo on the hand, especially the skull with cards is an excellent option for gamblers, which will attract good luck.
- Skull image on the chest suitable for men in excellent physical shape, which they like to show off to others. This tattoo will definitely not go unnoticed!
- You can do a whole forearm sleeve with flowers, crown and other elements. The choice depends on your preferences, but for large tattoos it is recommended to come up with a personalized design that will make you stand out from others.
- A universal option is a tattoo. on the foot, especially if you often wear shorts or cropped pants. It is suitable for men and women, is durable, and can be made in any size. Most often done in black and white.
- Tattoo on the back with a wolf or other aggressive animal is a typically masculine choice that shows us a brave and confident person.
- Extravagant option - tattoo no face, for example, a small skull on the temple. Important: be especially careful with such tattoos, because removing them is quite difficult, and everyone around you will know about your character and preferences.
Which celebrities have a skull tattoo?
Famous American actor Adam Levine has a tattoo on his back of a mermaid holding a skull. A very extravagant and original choice that attracts attention. Famous Canadian model Genest Rick, who died not long ago, also had this image (by the way, this is the man with the largest number of tattoos on his body). Finally, these images can be found on numerous rock stars, especially those who play heavy music, with songs dedicated to the occult and the afterlife.
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Mexico is a country that many travelers from different parts of the world seek to visit. Mexico gives its guests the opportunity not only to fully relax on magnificent beaches, but also to get acquainted with an interesting culture, ancient architectural monuments and unusual cuisine. When talking about this country, many people think of the colorful Mexican skull.
Cultural heritage
Mexican culture is very surprising to foreigners who come here for the first time. Images of skeletons and skulls haunt travelers everywhere. In souvenir shops, tourists are happy to show symbols of death and offer to buy bright multi-colored skulls or materials with a pattern in the form of skulls as souvenirs.
Tourists are perplexed by skeleton-shaped mannequins in stores. Horrible figures associated with the end of life are present on all national holidays. To understand this, you need to study the historical past of the state. And only then can you understand what the Mexican skull means.
Death cult
Before the arrival of the Spaniards, the territory of the country was inhabited by the Aztecs. Unlike the Europeans, the Aztecs did not strictly prohibit the topic of death. The religion of this people told people in a slightly different way about the reasons that bring a person’s soul to heaven.
According to the teaching, only valiant warriors who certainly died in battle, or women who died during childbirth, can find happiness after death. All the rest, who peacefully passed away from this life in old age, were waiting for a meeting with the god Mictlantecuitli. He appeared before the deceased wearing a skull-shaped mask and designated his soul for destruction. Believing this, the Aztecs loved this world even more and made sacrifices, thereby trying to appease Her Majesty Death. Mexican skull culture is still being studied today.
Modern Mexicans revere death and come up with affectionate definitions for it:
- Black Mistress;
- darling;
- Holy Death;
- bride.
Festival of the Dead
The result of the fusion of Christian and pagan cultures was the Festival of the Dead. During Aztec times, funeral rituals were performed. There were two main ones:
- Mikkailuitontli in honor of deceased children.
- Sokotuetsi, dedicated to the memory of the adult generation.
Then the Catholics conquered the territories and brought their holiday - All Souls' Day, which is celebrated on November 2, immediately after
Gradually, these holidays merged, and modern residents of Mexico celebrate the Day of the Dead for two whole days in early November. The Mexican skull is often used to create carnival souvenirs and costumes.
Many believe that on November 1-2, the souls of deceased loved ones can visit the living. Mexicans come to the cemetery, bring gifts to the graves, talk with the souls of the deceased, and remember the best moments in life. But these days there is no place for sadness and sorrow.
People organize various entertainment events, turn to the Goddess of Death and ask her for happiness, health and troubles for enemies. Death for them is not the end of life.
The symbol is Calavera, which means "Mexican skull" in Spanish. Even children do not stay away from this holiday. They happily eat chocolate coffins and sugar skulls.
Calavera Tattoos
Recently, tattoos with images of symbols of death have become very popular. It can be:
- crosses;
- skulls;
- snakes;
- crows.
Applying a tattoo to the body is not only another way to express respect to people who have left this world forever, to bow to their memory, but also a symbol of courage and rebirth. This is why many people order a Mexican skull. The meaning of the picture does not convey anything terrible or terrifying.
Calavera - who is this?
But at the top of popularity among tattoos is the symbol day of the dead- Calavera. depicted as a girl with a skull instead of a head, flowers instead of eyes. The skull is decorated with amazing patterns, in which floral motifs occupy an important place.
Tattoos with the image of Calavera are preferred to be tattooed on the chest, hips or shoulders. They also make two symmetrical tattoos at once, for example, on the arms and hips. Clothing manufacturers also often use her image. T-shirts and T-shirts with skulls in bright colors are especially loved by the younger generation. During the carnival, many girls wear a mask depicting the Queen of the Dead. In Mexico, this outfit is especially popular.
The Day of the Dead is a tradition that originated in the country long before the arrival of the Spanish conquerors. This is the most national and very much in Mexico, the main attribute of which is the Mexican skull. Not only adults, but also children love him. And many Mexicans are sure that if it did not exist, it would definitely have to be invented.
