Now my name is Ephimus. And even though Christodule. Thirty-two years old, and I was five years old. Now you'll grab a dwarf, if not by the face, so where I can reach it. And, believe me, your two "where I can reach" will not like it!
Yes, not too literate and there is no profession. I don't have a job either, but it's okay. You yourself are a drunk, I understand! That's how it works. And nothing is stupid. I was lying in a "fool" for the sake of interest. Do you know what interesting people are there? Eh, some of them can be heard directly! Such fascinating stories from life! No, there are, of course, some of them, who went to a "roof", but in general, the place is not bad, it looks like a sanatorium. Something. Remotely. I had a good rest.
However, while I was resting, my beloved family had time to sell the grandmother's hut. Here I was upset, of course, strongly. Well, and do what? To eat hunting. There is no money.
The house was bought by some old "pretzel" with its "chicken". Why the fuck did they give up this robe?
I decided: I'll wait for the evening, let's see what's going on. It took a long time until the evening. I went for a walk. I walked past the kindergarten, and for some reason my hands reached for the red hat. I don't need it, but it's beautiful. I wanted a little beauty in life, so I whistled my hat.
He rumbled in the belly.
I came back. "Krendel left, so there was only one "chicken" left.
It's good that today is a full moon. Quietly climbing in, it means through the window to the kitchen. I'm starting to look through the cabinets. It is clear that there is not much to eat. It seems that "pretzel" with "chicken" are sure that food delivery works here.
- YOUR mother, - yelling whispering through tears, so as not to wake up the "chicken" behind the wall - how painful it is! Directly favorite little finger about the corner of the cabinet! Oh, you! Right to the sparks out of your eyes!
I turn around... And there! In the opening there is "the same chicken". And there is such a thing in a translucent nightie. Well, well, in a wooden house with draughts is just the very thing. I must say that in the moonlight "chicken fillets" looked just great.
Yekarny you through your right thigh, what to do?!
Now it will go bankrupt and cause cops. Well, I've had enough of it - I'll have to go back to the "sanatorium". I was upset and even hung my head up, but only the scream did not follow.
The "chicken" smiled.
It was a bit creepy.
"You're a fool or something, for God's sake!
I was quiet. I'm not moving, I'm pretending to be a detail of the interior.
The "chicken" went to bed, and I thought a lot.
I drank water from under the tap and the stream, until nothing happened.
I sat in the barn all day. I was watching this girlfriend. Oh, it's made for you!
While she was away from home, I climbed through the window again. True, I accidentally waved the jar. There was a plate on the table. Even with meager food! Yay!
I swept up after myself, went out the window.
I'm watching further.
"Girlfriend" mostly finds herself alone. "Krendel" comes by sometimes, so, to shake the bed.
Gnawing an apple from the garden. I understand that "girlfriend" doesn't cross in the country life at all, but leaves me food on the table. She herself eats germinated oats and exercises. I like it when she does exercise. Beautiful.
But all this is very strange. Maybe it's time for "friend" to write a referral for "sanatorium treatment" too.
I decided today to add a sound to the picture of observations, so to speak. I am sitting in an ambush in the bushes under the window. She is on the phone on speakerphone:
- ...Oh, yes, kisuni, at first, of course, it was difficult and even a little bit scary. Everything here is so vintage and rustic. It was hard to get used to. And, once, imagine, I sleep like this, and around the rustle, some sighs ... Someone even ran. And once I even saw him: his grandfather in a red hat, tall as a child. I was standing in the kitchen. I almost lost consciousness because of fear, but turned around and went to bed...
"Grandpa?!
Women's voices were heard in the tube. We all talked at once. They were chickens:
- Man, you are so brave! Wow, that's so brave! How are you, honey?
- Oh, it's okay, my good ones, - "my" smile, - it's a little house, and we became friends. I came up with a name for him too - Efim.
"Who, I'm sorry? Efim?!
- So, girls," she continued, "we'll go to my place and guess in the bathhouse. I read it out here: we should get naked in the bathhouse at midnight and put our asses out the window. But we don't have a window there, so we can probably put it on the door. If a furry hand touches your ass, wait for the rich groom, if naked, for the poor groom, and if wet, for the drunk guy.
- And if no one touches you? - asks the chorus of girlish voices.
"You are my good ones! How can no one touch anything? Don't even worry! - I shouted to the girls in my mind. - Come, of course, my chickens! We have good here: beauty, ecology, and breathing is how easy it is," I prayed.
Well, life is getting better, isn't it?
Yes, you are pouring in yourself! Balls. Yes, and I would have made up my mind too! Oh, well, I didn't want to! And I won't take any of you to the bathhouse, you will do without it!
"It's really good in the village," I thought, chewing a blade of grass lazily.