Three packs of cigarettes were lying there on the pavement. I went down from Shubentsov’s office doorstep, picked them up and pocketed them. Later, in a bar, when I opened the first pack, I found – to my – the twenty cigarettes were there.
I’m still at the bar, telephone in one and the cigarettes in the other. I’m dialing Shubentsov, who told me to call the moment I felt the urge to . I feel it, feel it even than I felt Shubentsov’s healing energy. That’s saying something, since Shubentsov is known around the world for smokers of their nasty habit, using a method. He sent his healing energy from his fingertips, he tells me – something he picked up from another man in Russia. “I help you for free,” he told me in his muddy accent. “Just call me .”
I went to see Shubentsov. I think it’s time to because I’m getting old, and I can’t keep doing this to myself. But here’s the real problem. I should quit, but like a lot of you with the same habit, I really don’t want to.
Smoking has been very good to me. Cigarettes have never let me down, never abandoned me on , desperate nights. Smoking my head, helps me . Smoking has started conversations, driven away annoying people. Smoking helps me celebrate victories, get over losses, comfort the comfortless. It also chases away the mosquitoes.
I will . Soon, my body and my mind are demanding that , daily.
I claim to smoke for pleasure, but I realise that slowly I’m losing control of this close, special friend. I that. I realise it’s not just a “habit”. I’m .
So here I am, attempting to again, at Shubentsov’s place. I’ve tried all the other quitting techniques . Anytime the urge to smoke , he said, just call him immediately and he’ll help. The funny thing is, I realise that I’m not phoning him to stop me from lighting up. I’m phoning him so I can. If I call, I’ll have done my part. Then I can smoke this cigarette. Besides, I know that at 9.30 on a Friday night, I’ll get the answering machine. I do. “The office is open from ten to four. Call me back then. This machine does not take messages.”
I put the phone down and I can honestly say I’m . You see, it’s not Shubentsov’s fault or anyone else’s fault that I’m still . It’s mine.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to smoke this cigarette. Whether I’ll really enjoy it, though, is another story.
A.sadness B.disappointment C.inspiration D.delight
A.pack B.hand C.pocket D.bar
A.smoke B.talk C.drink D.dial
A.weaker B.faster C.stronger D.harder
A.accusing B.helping C.developing D.curing
A.popular B.mysterious C.frightening D.dangerous
A.whenever B.whatever C.however D.whichever
A.start B.continue C.stop D.keep
A.struggling B.beating C.hitting D.playing
A.lovely B.friendly C.lonely D.daily
A.destroys B.hurts C.cuts D.clears
A.breathe B.smile C.see D.think
A.begin B.quit C.report D.study
A.hate B.love C.ignore D.miss
A.ill B.excited C.addicted D.fascinated
A.give in B.give up C.give off D.give away
A.available B.alike C.abnormal D.additional
A.strikes B.attacks C.indicates D.continues
A.disappointed B.unhappy C.satisfied D.relieved
A.living B.working C.smoking D.smiling