Yuri Markeev. Spider Zhigulev (№ 354350)

I like her optimism. Barely moves, considers the steps under his feet, so as not to miss, but every day goes to the management of the house swearing about the heating. In the winter and fall, and summer. Grandma lives it. His hell she prefers not to close from the inside, and to shout it out on people.

The first stage, and the chorus explodes: "have Mercy, o God, according he did to thy great of thy mercy and the multitude of thy tender mercies..."

At the twentieth stage of the bearded angels off, and I walk past the door to the kennel. A chain dog house. Howling, the dog, on the street begging, and with the master.

The light hurts my eyes. Is it the sun? Where is it? And where are the clouds?

To the stop you can walk two paths. The first takes you past the smithy, the barracks and the Church, the second makes a small detour and leads immediately to a stop. At the rear of the cinema "Rodina". When I'm sick, I go by another road. It is extremely important to see the atmosphere of the outlets from the back. If there are any policemen? Is there any sellers of drugs? View and sniff. Whether luck? And if you go on the first trail, the temple of God is not escape. And there you can lean against the fence, close your eyes and to implore all rotten inside, "Lord, you are, I know. Help me in small things, please. Help find a cure. To repay me nothing. You know. And you don't need. You have everything. Saints big and small, the great, the monk, fools and martyrs, saints and apostles. Me and you, small, don't forget. Help". And believe it? Helps. Not always, but it helps. Sometimes out of pity, the tears will flash. I feel sorry for all. And Sonechka Marmeladova remember. And her father miserable. Because we look like. We have nothing that binds the straps to life. We are like balloons – hang on a thin thread and waver in the wind. And look, we'll hang out, take off, or someone unruly and you stab us with a sharp needle, and pulled out the contents. Well, let them. The main thing – the warmth inside the shell. The warmth that you Marmeladova pull from the bottle and we of poppy solution. Let torn. If only everything went back to normal.