TWO TINY STORIES
the GIANT, DUCKS, VOSPOMINANYa …
- And in this big house, a pas?
- In it? In it there lives a giant, - the father answers, ridiculously inflating cheeks.
- And what it?
- It? Thick, important …
- Not - and, the sonny, fun-loving. Loves cheerful stories and to eat. the Five-year-old son conducts
a sustavchaty branch on the asphalt which is turning gray a tape. The forest park - with lakovo brilliant ponds - is complete, and the father with the son left to the city, and the tiny soft palm of the son lies in a grated palm of the father as a miracle; and the pearls of the prolonged sort sloisto flash in an adult brain … the Forty-year-old, childless, lonely son the died father goes to a forest park to feed long ago with
ducks on ponds. Buys two long loafs, and, having passed a number of very familiar paths stops at a concrete side of a pond, and crumbles long loaf, getting fingers is deeper in pulp.
of the Duck, sliding on water glass, hurry, fuss, necks of drakes shine floridly … The son feeds ducks and thinks of the father …
the Way to a bakery lasted long - on the turning gray asphalt covered by bronze ochre of foliage by thickset, strong, old houses; and trams were carried away forward, dropping sometimes from - under a pantograph sheaves of tiny stars. At a bakery the old man tied a dog to a handrail and spoke - to Sit. To wait. - Though the old dog already knew that to do to him; his eyes watered, the scent weakened, the dog inertly looked on entering and leaving shop and when the old man &ndash appeared; wagged a tail. The old man carefully wiped houses to a dog of a paw, frayed it, ironed on the head, keeping saying - There now, here so … Then long washed hands, and in kitchen cooked porridge - himself and a dog. The dog ate quickly and greedy, and came back to kitchen where the old man drank, is noisy sipping, tea also gave to a dog bread pieces.
rolled Evening imperceptibly - as if twilight was not at all; sat at the TV, sometimes the dog got on knees to the old man, and that mechanically ironed it, and the dog dozed … What was represented to it? The old man plainly could not tell that he remembers itself - something komkovaty, klyokly, as was his life; something long, muddy, gray - and now, in the end, loneliness with a dog - and who will leave them earlier? it is not known …