The world's underfoot

Artem stood at the Church of the Protection of the Mother of God on Kozlen and did not dare to enter the church. His grandmother baptized him when he was a child, and although he rarely went to the temple, he still believed in God Artem, albeit not in a bookstorey way, not in the right way. He attended the church either in case of unsolvable questions, or in case of great joy. He placed candles, read prayers specially printed for people like him on the A4 sheets and talked to him as he could, in his own words...

She won't let chaos prevail. This morning, the story will be clear and complete, and she will be able to retell it: she took her daughter and her little girlfriend to music. This will be a fact. A drawing on the surface of time. And the feelings will move to the distance of an indistinguishable background, which does not necessarily need to pay attention to. She crosses the snowy street mass, dodges the splashes. It's hot. Her legs are heavier than in a recurring childhood dream, where she has to run along the country street on an urgent but incomprehensible need...

Masha's annoyed. This makes Masha feel naked, despite a bunch of warm clothes and gloves that you don't want to take off even in the car. And Alina says. More precisely, Alina talks silently. Her gentle, round face contrasts with the rough intonations of a low, broken voice. Masha, locked in a car with her, feels like a hostage. Behind, in the child's chair sits Machine daughter. Masha calls her a Rabbit to herself - that was her name once in childhood. Nearby - Rosa is Alina's daughter, a transparent two-year-old with a sharp nose and eternally open mouth, surprised forever...

- Oh, what are you doing here, finally? - Mom couldn't help it, and her voice trembled. - Dad, Mom doesn't want to see other people. Don't bother. I don't really want to either. You swim yourself. Meet, talk. Nobody is holding you back. - I don't hold anybody myself. - What do you mean? - My mother cut off the thread with her teeth, put a needle in the coil and straightened the skirt, and the skirt almost flew away in the wind. - Ay, leave it alone! - Dad waved his hand again. - Not to talk...

At the same time yesterday we were on the beach, and Dad was preparing to fish on his drifter, and Mom was sitting on a big rock and sewing up her old skirt, without pity tightening and turning it out. - I'll run to Tamara on my way home. She called and asked me to come in. It's important," she said. When are you going to come home? - And you sailed with us, gull. - Vitya, I beg you. This marine life was enough for me to live three lives ahead of us. An hour later, Mom kept sewing up her skirt...