Читать книгу Открой мне дверь. Выпуск № 3 онлайн | страница 52
Если я справлюсь с ним, то обязательно напишу роман и назову его «Календарь без выходных». Она будет про то, что свои ощущения, получаемые от главного органа чувств, который у каждого свой, нужно ежедневно собирать, классифицировать и сохранять, чтоб они ни в коем случае не потерялись. И заботливо беречь свою коллекцию.
А своей дочке, когда она дорастет до вопроса «что такое месячные», я отвечу так:
– Это праздник, который всегда с тобой, пока ты молода, здорова и можешь родить мне внуков.
Pirate gets drunk
(A story)
That year was a rough patch in our lives. At first, my grandmother was seriously ill, then, within a couple of months, two of our dogs died: a huge, terrible-looking, but kind on the inside Scolann Ku – an Irish wolfhound, and a hurtful, but cute Sona – a Central Asia Shepherd dog or Alabay The first one died of old age, the second – from a complication after a planned surgical intervention. She was only 2 years old.
"I told you, don't take any dogs, it's so hard to experience their death," my husband used to grumble; according to his logic, "it's better not to be born, then you won't die".
"You're right, my dear. No more dogs! That's it, I promise!"
It is impossible to convey in words the pain of such loss. So that no one could see my tears, I went wandering into a forest, following the same paths where I used to walk first with my three dogs (at that time Whita, my beautiful Whita, the Polish Tatra Sheepdog, was still alive), then with the other two, then with one… During one of those walks, I met a woman, a familiar face, one of the dog owners in the area.
"So, what happened? Why are you alone, without your dogs? Why are you crying?" she enquired and turned to me in the hope of starting a conversation.
"I'm crying, because I'm all alone, my dogs are no more… they died!" I sobbed in response.
"Oh, what a grief! But don't cry, take a dog from the shelter!"
"Me? From the shelter? What are you talking about? I have always had purebreds, expensive dogs of rare breeds, which most people have seen only in movies. And in the shelter live mongrels, unimaginable hybrids, and they are all with a broken psyche. No, that's not for me."