Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Two Stories

The next morning, Aunt Ada came out of the room puffy-eyed. And she again walked smack into the wi ly, al l -knowing Marik. And the next morning, and the next. On the fourth day, the weather turned nasty, gloomy and teary-eyed l ike Aunt Ada’s mood. Drowning in the puddle by the porch were the lost chickens and the remnants of hope. Only Marik alone was bright and cheery-eyed. I f Aunt Ada got hersel f together to take a walk, he was already standing at the ready, with rubber boots and an umbrel la. The refrigerator man insistently offered to change places of residence. It was better i f he kept his mouth shut and not offer up any other bright ideas. How all this came to a head is one of those mysteries of nature. But in the end, Aunt Ada returned from the Black Sea together with Marik, calm and glowingly beautiful, even more beautiful than usual. And after another year, there wasn’t anyone alive who was closer to the boy then uncle Marik. You could ask him anything you wanted – not once did he ever not have an answer. Even about the most insigni f icant thing. Let ’s say: why is it that everyone loves beer? He wi l l def initely know the answer, in the most exhaustive detai l . Once every now and then he would go off to do his manly stuff, to drink beer. That is, the uncle would set off, and he’d secretly take the boy with him. He’d even let him drink a whole hal f from his glass. It was somehow

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