As a child, I dreamed of being paranoid... (c) werewolves (from a recent morning conversation with wrecker) (c) werewolves .................................................... Nostalgia As usual, at six in the morning the shrill nonsense of a local mongrel brought him out of a restless sleep. He loved animals - especially dogs. But this "bastard" clearly deserved a heavy brick, for I woke him up like this for two weeks in a row. Sometimes for a mongrel there was a special rage and she lied even at night. It was already too... Going out into the street, he picked up from the ground in advance prepared a piece of brick and opened the gate. That's pretty much how he is and imagined his night tormentor - skinny, shaggy and with a bagel. What especially infuriated him was that this “bagel” wagged - the mongrel was clearly amused. - Oh, you nonsense bastard... - He estimated the distance for throw. "The lying bastard" immediately assessed the situation, realizing that the naked man with the brick did not appear at all to give a meat bone. It didn't smell like her. It smelled like brickand with a heavy kick to the ass. Squealing another decibel like that eleven, Kabyzdoh darted around the nearest bend, and pouring the heart-rending howl of the surroundings disappeared from sight. - Bitch... - He placed the brick in the most visible place, hoping that the mongrel I remembered him, and the brick, and this place. Shivering from the morning frost, he returned home. The dream was shamelessly interrupted. Not that so that he would greatly regret it - the dreams were difficult, restless - some unpleasant faces, clips of films and computer games, but they provided at least a semblance of relaxation for the body. He climbed back under the covers. The bed appeared after the street warm like fresh milk. Closing his eyes he imagined himself lying on the hot sand. The warm sea splashes at your feet... He is the sea I've only seen it twice in my life. The first time it was in deep childhood and all that remains of memories is huge blue space, swaying like a giant living organism. Bitter-salty taste of water, fragrant peaches, juicy watermelons and white nights... It was wonderful. For the second time everything was less romantic because it was already in adulthood condition. And the memories were less pleasant - cheap before indecent Crimean wines, broken city sewerage, shit in the sea... In addition, there’s also a fight with a stoned local sailor, inwhich he severely injured his elbow. But the sea is everything it was equally... Huge, pulsating. Merging with the horizon seemingly endless and a little scary because of this... The vile squeal of the returning mongrel brought him out of his sweet slumber. memories. Throwing back the blanket, he rushed out into the street again. On this since the curly-haired beast did not have time to escape - the appearance of a naked man was sudden. A powerful kick in the ass threw her to fence Huddled between two boards, she bared her teeth and waited. execution. “What,” he picked up a brick from the ground, “didn’t you see him?” The dog whined. - Don't whine to me here! Do you want to get pity? - He slipped there's a brick right up to her nose. - Smell what it smells like! Slap... - He waved his hand threateningly, “Remember?!” Next time you will Yelp under the window - you won't be able to smell anymore. Understood? He placed the brick again in the middle of the road and slowly walked back. “Well, just let him try to bite you from behind...” He smiled. At the door he turned around. The mongrel sniffed the brick. The day was beginning not in the best way. - Oh, infection! Such a dream was interrupted... - He returned home and turned on the kettle. There were many unpleasant things to do. Running around at work, meetings with useless people, trying to get a salary and many more the petty confusion that surrounds us every minute. Returning home in the evening, he wearily remembered the morning I'm dozing. Peaches,watermelons... He suddenly wanted something sweet. That unique taste from childhood. But alas... For fruit it was still early, and the ice cream he bought gave in the mood turned out to be tasteless... - Apparently I’ve lost the taste... Or they make ice cream have forgotten how... Inhaling the air, he momentarily felt a distant aroma seas. Somewhere thousands of kilometers from here it rose rhythmically, breathing with all your mighty body. Waves, crashing surf, screeching seagulls He even thought he heard them... - Oh, you bitch! - He swore. - Well, what are you doing here? What are you doing Howling all the time?! What's that butter for you? - He sat down on squatted down and handed the remaining ice cream to the quiet mongrel. - Here, eat. Maybe you'll understand better. At first timidly, and then more boldly, the curly-haired beast began lick ice cream from the hands of your morning executioner. - Well, peace? - He carefully stroked the licking creature. - I hope I don't see you here again. Two intelligent, shining eyes looked at him devotedly. It seemed she understood... For the first time in two weeks, he slept peacefully. He dreamed of the sea, the sky, fragrant peaches, juicy watermelons... And drunken sailors. 04/11/2002
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