Petr Baturintsev
Good evening
"We offer you a more modern replacement. It will be better
former, for he will be devoted not to himself, but to you, to you and only to you! you
you won’t get tired of him, you won’t have to run after him around the apartment,
he will not bother you, you will never see him in your
a house of torn wallpaper, carpets, torn doors and curtains -
great, isn't it? He won't run out into the street if you don't
call him, he won’t start making trouble if you refuse him affection, you
you will pet him only when you want. It's very convenient
send us your request and get a new friend without getting up from
sofa."
I reached for the remote control and turned off the visor. Turned it over in my hands
a piece of paper with the same text, studying it for the hundredth time. But that's for me
did not increase confidence, rather the opposite - the more I read and
I watched about this “miracle”, the more vividly I remembered Pierce. He loved my
the table was always littered, he loved to wander around it, studying
a fountain pen, then a stack of papers. I remember I turned on the scanner and it was like this
I got scared by the buzzing and then didn’t get out of my room all day
angle:
It was already seven o'clock, time for dinner. And parents also need
call, otherwise they will worry.
The refrigerator was almost empty: a couple of natural sausages, a bunch of
plastic bags with salads, in the doora bottle was found
ketchup (it is unknown how much it costs here already) and half a dozen
cold synthetic canned food.
I was bored out of my mind with canned food, so I took some sausages and
some salads, peeled them and threw them in the microwave. I've been on for a long time
The kitchen was not cleaned - there were pieces of cat food lying on the floor.
Pierce also did not like synthetics and ate only natural sausages and
sausage. He ruined his parents, and they sent us to live here,
so that I feed him myself.
The sausages were warmed up, but for some reason I didn’t feel like eating anymore. I
went to the visor, tapped the parents’ number on the keyboard and
began to wait. Soon an indifferent face appeared on the screen
female operator.
- Good evening!
Damn, I dialed the wrong number!
- Would you like to watch our video?
Without waiting for an answer, the screen flashed colorfully, and on it
appeared happy little child playing with furry
kitten A five-minute video passed - and on the screen again
a woman's face appeared. It hasn't changed a bit. The eyes are the same
They weren’t looking at me, but somewhere into space.
- Do you agree? - the face asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
I wonder what my father will think when he doesn't find it on his
account of one and a half thousand euros. It's okay, he doesn't go there often
looks in.
I swallowed the salad with difficulty and began to eat the sausages.
The doorbell rang. I walked over and opened it. Forthere's no one at the door
It turned out that there was only a boring white wall of a common corridor, but under
door: a small gray kitten was sitting, he looked pitifully at
me with tiny eyes. Here they are, my father’s fifteen hundred, sitting
and look at me, twitching their little head. I took it on
hands, he did not resist - they said correctly. The kitten is very
reminded me of Pierce.
We sat down in a chair and started looking at the visor. They showed there
some very computer cartoon. The kitten stared at the screen.
His eyes reflected a large gray cat running after a small
brown mouse and constantly trying to hit it with a sledgehammer or
piano:
I knew that if I started petting the kitten, he would turn to
I won’t even pay the slightest attention to the screen. He's like that
programmed
The animal was actually cute. I looked at him
gray fur that never stands on end, his back,
which will never arch in warning, its quiet fluffy
paws that will never let out their claws:
He turned to me and curled up into a ball. My hand started
stroke him. He was just like Piers, dying on me
knees.
He was cold.
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