Scientist and Artist

A quarrel is an unpleasant beginning for a story, but this is the only way to start. their life was an eternal quarrel, for they were complete opposites. Their nature was completely different:  Kaveh was a bustling and creative person and Alhaitham was a quiet nerd. The secretary preferred to keep his opinion to himself, the architect tall everything at once directly to face; he doesn’t know when he need shut up, this creates a lot of problems for him with clients. Roommates knew each other for a long time but couldn’t break off their communication, fate held men together too tightly. But Haitham and Caucasus had something in common: hatred for this fate and for each other. All quarrels had the same continuity: The architect gets mad, Alhaitham ignore that, Kaveh gets more mad.  Haravat graduate thought that all the roommate’s tantrums are just outbursts of emotions. And his roommate was annoyed that he was considered a hysterical child.  Kaveh believe: art shouldn’t be treated like trash. There is no purpose in life if there is no beauty in it. This is the artist’s opinion. Haitham had thought like a well-read and brilliant scientist. Art for him was something for fun, but not the truth about this world. Alhaitham was a taxi driver, and Kaveh was looking for spiritual peace. They were unbearably different, but they slept in the same house, studied at the same academy and and same hated each other.  There is no other way for them to start than a quarrel. There is no other way to them to end than a quarrel. A vase bought by an architect breaks on the floor and he shout in anger. Fragments bounce off the floor, scattering across it. Alhaitham just crosses his arms and sits on the sofa. The secretary looked calmly at the mad blonde. There wasn’t hatred in his scarlet eyes, but he was clearly unhappy. Kaveh's condition was worsened by the silence of the secretary, who already knew the ending of this story, living it every day. The architect was terribly annoyed that Haitham not only couldn’t, he didn’t even try to understand what he had done wrong.  The blonde stomped his foot —WILL YOU STILL BE SILENT OR MAYBE SAY SOMETHING?! His roommate gets up from the sofa, sighs heavily and sits down in front of the blond, begins to picked up the fragments. Nothing remains of the Architect's past wrath. Kaveh only stands calmly for a couple of seconds, then he also sits down, starting to pick up the fragments. Broken glass doesn't feel as sharp to the touch. Kaveh is tormented by his Conscience: He caused a scandal while the Secretary remained cal. Alhaitham just don’t  talk about problems, like it's so difficult ask for help. Kaveh found it unbearable and sick; He was sorry. The sharp glass makes a cut on his hands, but it not as hurt as his unhealed heart. Glass is thrown into the trash. The cut on Kaveh's hand is not serious. “Just a small scratch.”—Haitam said about it. The architect nods in response. There no blood, don’t need to worry. The secretary only cares when it is really necessary. He doesn’t perceive small wounds that turn into quarrels or scandals But for the blond, wounds are of more importance: this scratch is hurt. But roommates just come back to a living room.  “Next time, inform me when you risk your life.”—Asking blonde.  The secretary does not answer. This is already starting to irritate. The architect clenches teeth and clenches palms into fists. A little time passes before Haitham feels hands on neck. The gray haired man clearly did not expect this. But even so, the hands of the artist aren’t enough to strangle his neighbor. He's too weak. Kaveh’s legs are shaking. “CAN YOU AT LEAST IMAGINE WHAT I FELT WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT SOMEONE WERE TRYING TO KILL YOU! —Kaveh tired of worries— EVERYTHING WOULD BE NOTHING, BUT YOU WENT TO HIM YOURSELF! RIGHT TO HIM!”  Hands lower the neck. Tears flow down the architect's cheeks. Nothing will ever change. Haitham stands silently for a while, and then frowns. “How you can see: I am alive and healthy. So stop crying. “— Haitham turning his head.  Architect silently runs out of a living room, shouting a sentence that the secretary has heard more than his own name over the past month. “I'm leaving! I no longer intend to live here with you!” The secretary didn’t answer. He understood perfectly well that Kaveh wouldn’t go anywhere.  The table is already completely empty. Blonde stuffs clothes from the closet into bags. Kaveh can’t bear to be treated so coldly again. Haitham doesn’t tell him anything, disappears for several days, and then it turns out that someone tried to kill him, and he stands as if nothing had happened with a dissatisfied face.  Kaveh don’t even want to feel sorry for him with his calm face. The door opens without knocking. The blond stopped to pack his bags, but did not turn to face the door.  Footsteps are heard, and then someone sat down next to him.Kaveh finally turned around. The secretary raised his hands and the architect abruptly hugs him. Cracks in the heart hurt much less. No one will ever go anywhere. Fate holds them together tightly, as if they were one. No matter how much they want to separate and never meet again, they anyway will meet again. “Let’s go buy a new vase?” “Yea, it would be nice”—Blonde puts his hand on Haitham’s shoulder. A calm silence reigned in the room. A short moment when the ridiculous quarrel, according to Alhaitham, began to seem more serious in the eyes of the artist. The scientist is looking for peace in science without a soul, the artist is looking for a soul without science.