Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

chairs. The house was so beautiful – a house where the woman had died with such difficulty… it is difficult to die in a beautiful house. I want the lady to stop watching the movie, to never watch it. What can I do? I can go to her house. I can pretend I have the wrong address at this late hour, or act like a beggar. Now, Anna’s husband wants to catch the pigeon that has flown into their house. His wife had also taken a similar fall in the hallway. The husband’s knees tremble and hurt, he is tired and in despair. Life has stumbled into his house, he has no strength left. I wonder what my pretty old lady is thinking – she won’t be able to bear it, this movie is about her too, either way you look at it. That’s it. The poor thing won’t make it, I have to save her. I go out, the cat still in my arms. I wake up sadder and more tired than regular people, even the most regular of them. I went to her place in the evening, naturally. I reached her door. I heard music, the bitter humming of a cello. I knew the movie by heart, there was no such music in it, that was Schubert. I pricked my ears but the cat was not comfortable in my arms and wanted to escape. I had taken her with me to avoid being alone in the dark. But she kept spinning like a top, and purring. She scratched my arms and neck in front of her door. I patted her, but that made her crazier. It screeched, jumped out of my arms and ran away. I tried to reach after

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