Body #0C 11 октября 1997

Smile - The story "Katya".

                          SMILE!

(C) BARON ZPT PRI-VA-TE

"Katya, we have lost, or a fun SON Ugrumov great fantasy"


    Once upon a father, mother and Ya that is - three. But once
SEND Mama to the hospital and gave birth THERE GIRL. Katya. We 
began LIVE - four of them.


    Once TAKEN PA Katinka on his hands and went with her
Walk. HOUR RETURNS. HAPPY-PREVESELY.
- Well, SCREAMS WITH THRESHOLD, Masha (Masha My Mom To call), I
PARIS CONGRESS! ..
- WANTED - WARNING RESPONSIBLE MOTHER. - So what? ..
- Tomorrow, let's go! - POPE SPEAKS and casually throw on TABLE 
AF Twenty-five dollars!

- URA-ah! - OBRADYVALSYA Ya - TOMORROW going to Paris!

    Mama, of course, also rejoiced. STEEL WE DISCUSS WHERE
WE IN PARIS go, YES THAT LOOK ... Then mother suddenly
SAYS:
- Alex (Lesha To call my dad), BUT WHERE IS OUR Katya?

    HERE AND I noticed that Dad home without Katya come. A
POPE MEETS THE CUNNING Like this:
- Do you think money on PARIS WHERE?
- SO WHAT DO YOU - Katya P O R A L? - Whispers MAMA in horror.
- Well, - said Dad. WE HAVE THE SAME IS STILL Petka. (Petka IT
I). WHAT WE THEM, salt, or what?
- NO, - he cried Mama Papa - to pull their DOLLARS AND NO
Katya NOT RETURN!

    VISOR DADDY DOLLARS AND AWAY. Well, I think, ALL, NOW WE 
ARE OUR PAPUA MORE NIKIGDA not see it. Only in dreams or the 
image ... No way! Less than an hour - Returns.

HAPPY-PREVESELY. And with the child.
- Hold - Extends mom - your child. BOUGHT FOR ONLY
Twenty dollars. SO WHAT IS ALREADY IN PARIS IS NOT ENOUGH, but 
in RYAZAN QUITE can ride.


   LOOKED AT THE MOTHER AND CHILD SAYS:
- So it'm not Katya.

   PAPA even slightly stunned.
- Well, you MARIA, give, - he says. - What you lack?
GIRL THREE MONTHS. Hands and feet on the ground. ITSELF IS NOT 
KNOW THAT WANT.


    I looked and the child. DO: THE CHILD AS
CHILD. THE TRUTH IS NOT WHITE, AND BLACK, DAK NU It is also 
BETTER - DIRT WILL unnoticed.


    A MOTHER in any if her Kipyatkov scald.
- GO! - Yells at Dad - and no Katinka Do not come!

    Our dad went back and this time BOUGHT GIRL IN FIVE
DOLLARS. LIKE MOTHER AGAIN did not like. You see His eyes
CHILD'S NARROW. A Go and SAMA FOR FIVE DOLLARS WITH A WIDE
BUY ... In short, seven times GOES OUR FATHER IN THE STREET
BUY CHILDREN. DUE TO MOTHER'S CAPRICE We had to sell all
FURNITURE, but instead a cheap SUPPLY store. PLACES WE
Seven children in the shops and ... And began to live.

    The past thirty three years.

    ALL GIRLS AND INCREASED dispersed in all directions. Ebony
GO IN AFRICA, Japanese women in Japan, Jewish women in Israel, 
an American In America ... And so on. One I have Mom and Dad 
stayed. BUSINESS THAT I FOR THE THIRTY-THREE YEARS not a bit 
grown up. HOW WAS Seven Years, Seven Years SO and stayed.


    And my mother all those years at the window sat there, 
looking out, DO NOT GO WHETHER ITS PRECIOUS Katya.


    And here's how one time - the doorbell rang. DISCOVER AND 
ON THE EDGE MUCH ... Katya! Well, of course, NOT A three-month, 
a thirty-three SUMMER.

- Daughter! - Joyfully exclaimed Mom. - Is that you? "
- Mom! - Katya joyfully exclaimed. - It's me!

    THEY hug, kissed him and for so sat down. Dinner. I
Quickly Imposing SECOND IN FIRST, to the same COMPOTE poured. 
ALL STILL ALL IN STOMACH Shuffle. And so clean SAVING TIME

And utensils. And mum and dad and Katya EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT,
EAT-EAT: first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth ...
FINALLY Katya leaned back and lit a cigarette.
- Katya - and gasped MAMA - you smoke, my daughter?
- I also drink - MEET Katya.
- Look, - said reproachfully MAMA DADDY - WHAT DOES
SELL CHILD into the wrong hands.
- SELL? - Surprise Katya. - I was not sold and
So forgive you throw thrown.
- So you ... NOT Katya? - Was taken aback MAMA.
- NO - MEET Katya, I do not Katya. I RITA Potekhin.
MOTHER WITH CHAIR under the table and fell.
- OXO-XO - SERIOUS Sighs PA - IRS-NOW THAT WHAT YOU DO NOT
MISSING? WHITE SKIN, EYES BIG, fair-haired ... YES YOU AND SAMA
I think this is Katya.
- Well, in general, Yes, - agreed MAMA, crawled out from under 
the table. -A GIRL LIKE ANYTHING. Petenka grows up, he will be 
FINISHED BRIDE.


    Whew RITA Potekhin and stayed with us.
Wait until I grow up. And I do not mind, LET IS WAITING. MAY,
Wait.