Around the corner, a stabbed hand jumped through the dusty mezzanine. "And I always do everything at the last minute! - I thought, that he was balancing on a three-legged bench. She smiled a little for her little fear of tickle: when your height is not enough to look at the recess under the ceiling, even from the back of the sofa, you have to put things in order completely blindly. Did Anino's imagination draw that trap mechanism with a poisoned needle, then a small guillotine, then a nest of snakes on the trees? "You never know what you can find in these mezzanines..." Anya is stuck. Her face has changed several times: puzzles, surprises... and a drop of joy.
This feeling of suede cannot be confused with anything: the fingers have just touched the surface of the object, but Anya has already recognized it. And, swinging on a bench, she lost her balance.
She climbed her elbows rubbing her injured coccyx and suddenly laughed. Ani had a somewhat ridiculous characteristic - she carried with childlike spontaneity all the small disasters in the world such as escaping from milk, sudden heavy rains or similar wrecks. When another person swore or screamed out of fear, Anya was scared, either not in time to hear, or not at all. She stood up, shook and, as if nothing had happened, continued, giving little importance to the minute fiasco. "I'm such an idiot that I had to do it! - Anja said to herself with laughter, even with tears, and this was her main and most frequent reaction. In such situations, she was struck by their comedy, not by danger.
I prepared an envelope on her nose. This old paper, which smells of dust and tobacco, cannot be confused with anything else in the world. Still lying on the freshly washed floor ("I'll have to clean up again, damn it!"), Anya smiled strangely.
She exploded slightly to find it. The little dust came out of the paper. The rays of the sun were spinning out of the open window on a summer night, in the room where the smell of dried apples and old books lived.
His fingers slowly, he gently broke the wax to seal. They opened the envelope. They drew the letter - without dates, senders and recipients - and brought it almost as always close to the glass cups. The look clung to the familiar writing.
Camouflaging another person's intonation, he whispered and read again:
"Hello, Anna! I wanted to ask her this, but I forgot: I left some poems in the cellar with the marinade in my stupidity - please remove them - I'm not sure that the humidity in the cellar has a good effect on the paint. Also, when you have time, dig into the lower drawer of the dresser, which is located in the closet - I put the key found in the coffee jar this morning. Half a century in it (the chest of drawers) did not clean - the whole microcosm can happen, you'll find out. My insights are countless.....
You know, today I have another thought in my head, worthy of a psychiatric hospital - how great I have never found! What if you make a small kite out of white paper, paint on the tips of the wings in black and fly from a pier in the port of the village, wherein the morning peresite gulls? They will be afraid of this monster - what do you think? I even drew a diagram to look like a bird....... somewhere in my life I have a rope?
And the weather today is unusual - you would have found an interesting plot - the clouds were all week long like a flat layer in a vase of the colored sky: so homogeneous, monochrome, even boring .... And here everything is like cotton wool, light gray and a bit of purple. And so low the clouds lie down, that the house will begin to fall and drown in this soft and soft sky.
Who could know what kind of clouds were to the touch? I thought about it all day long. I can not guarantee for myself - the next day, probably the next day, I'll go to the mountains to check.
I love you.
Your old strain.
Anya was lying on a square of light under the dust, and in his head had the answer: "Hello, Grandpa. I love you too. I love you so much, I love you more than anyone else, you know. I found this poem at the beginning of the summer and I know it by heart. It's a shame that you didn't show me this before: it seems to me that I found my sadness and my dreams in your jokes. It's so strange, incredible as you know me before me. Tomorrow I will find the paper and lower the snake; I need the yellow ink from the beak to be completely authentic.... and then I will open the drawer in my old drawer - I'm not even trying to imagine what's there, I'll never guess. I recently bought new colors, and now I really want to draw your house falling into the sky. I've never seen...
