Volchok Page #3

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- And with a stone, too.

Yeah, go ahead.

Say that you won't come anymore.

Say it now, can't you hear me.

Do it, do it, do it.

Do it..

Do it!

You're f***ing out of your mind...

What you looking at?

Look, if you want.

- Look!

- Don't want to.

- Look anyway. Look!

- What do you say?

- Don't know. Nothing.

- Don't know what?

- Nothing.

- Why not something?

- Don't know.

What don't you know?

And you know, you know...

What do you have there?

- Where?

- In your hand.

- Your wolfy.

- Give it here.

You think I just gave it to you

for no reason?

No...

You know, I once found something at the

cemetery once, you know.

Yes...

Was walking through the cemetery

and found it. It was in a sack.

I passed by - and saw it.

Someone threw it out - and I found it...

Someone didn't need it, and I saw it.

I passed by - and saw it. Yes...

I look - there's a sack. And what's in the sack?..

What's in that sack?..

I thought I'd take a look.

Thought I'd take a look...

I approach...

I approach...

I undo it with a stick...

Undo it like this...

Open it up...

And inside...

And inside...

And inside...

I open it up with a stick...

And inside...

You!

Yes... You're inside.

I found you in the cemetery, you know.

In a sack. Right?

- Not true.

- It is, you just don't remember.

- Not true.

- True.

And also...

Also you were all covered in fur, like an animal.

Completely covered! I even got scared.

But didn't run away. I took the sack home.

I show it to grandma, and she says: let's keep her.

So we yanked all the fur out and kept you.

And we kept you... Yes. That's how it was.

Yanked all the fur out and kept you.

There was lots of fur. Even of the face.

Because you were a little wolf.

You think I gave you that wolfie

as a present for nothing?

Nothing is for nothing.

- Don't believe me?

- No.

Well, then, story time is over. Go sleep.

I don't know why mother told me this

story about the sack in the cemetery.

I don't even know if she

really did tell it to me,

...or I just dreamt it up.

Only the next day I woke up absolutely sure

that everything happened exactly that way.

And I went to the cemetery.

I wanted to find something there.

I don't know what, exactly.

Perhaps myself.

I started going there almost every day.

I ate cookies and candy left by the graves,

I looked at photos of dead people,

...I sang to them. And they listened.

I sometimes I observed newcomers arrive.

I liked seeing women in black cry.

I liked hearing the soil fall into the grave.

And I liked coming to the grave after

everyone was gone.

What's your name? And why did you drown?

You really can't swim?

I also can't swim, I think.

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