White Feast Page #3

You can try, but be careful.

Look how furious he is!

Little faggots...

Calm down, my dear, calm down.

Hey, sonny, you better

swallow your stinking tongue.

What did you say, grandpa?

What did you say?

Maybe you want some milk?

Come here, sit down, please.

Why have you opened the umbrella? There is no rain.

- I know that there is no rain, but it's warmer like this.

Wind... smoke...

Are you happy?

- What do you mean?

I didn't understand the

substance of the question.

Well, have you ever been happy?

- No!

There is no need to shout.

Although, maybe once, in a dream.

Or maybe it wasn't a

dream, I don't remember...

How so?

It's very difficult to understand, whether it

really happened to you, or was it just a dream.

I wouldn't hit that guy in the eatery,

if all this wasn't about the milk.

Milk? What milk?

- Milk, milk... Ah, was it sour or what?

What's the odds.

You know, once, in a time of war, I was

drinking milk while lying on my back.

At first we were sleeping...

Suddenly, someone shouted "Wakey!".

In short, we ran to the station, and there, just imagine,

cows bellowing. Packed in cars as rabbits in a warren...

hasn't milked for three days now, udders are

bursting... One thousand of cows, maybe more.

And we rushed to milk these cows, to the floor, in various

ways. All in all, we finished knee-deep in the milk.

On the way back everyone was asleep on

the move. And I accidentally turned back...

How old are you? - Me?

Yes. - I'm fifty years old.

It's 1994 now. So, during the

war, you were one or two year old.

How could you milk cows?

Well, maybe it wasn't me.

Maybe it's my dream. It happens.

Professor, do I need to write down this conversation?

- As you wish. I feel very cold.

Is it genuine?

- The enamel is cracked.

He bent down and examining something on the

pavement. A crack. A**hole [striking this word out]

Why am I crying?

- I don't know, professor.

Maybe because of that crack in the pavement.

- A crack? Well, yes, there, on the pavement.

I don't understand...

-What is happening to me? It's

nothing, it happens to anyone.

You were talking about milk.

- What milk? Ah, yes, yes...

It's so weird, you know,

when I close my eyes...

I see white.

When I close my eyes I see some floating things,

like threads, spots... of indefinite color.

The huge snowfall in my childhood.

Little house was snowed in.

And I'm alone. Alone.

It's like your milk, do you understand?

No, I don't.

It was a terrible day.

The horrible frost.

Trees were cracking.

Why did I ask you to follow me?

- I don't know.

It seems to me, that something will

happen today... something irreparable.

But I don't know what exactly.

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