Volchok Page #4

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I could even drown.

Does it hurt - to be drowning?

You want to bet that a tooth

hurts more than drowning?

Can I fix up your flowers?

But then I'll eat a candy, ok?

Also I can sing. Loudly.

Like a stereo.

I can. But not right now.

Because I'm eating a candy.

That's it, done. Should I sing?

I say - should I sing?

I ate the candy already.

So I sing?

All right.

I'm singing already, singing.

Voulez vous, voulez vous,

voulez vous danser?

That's it, done.

All right, I'll be going then, ok?

I'm going already. Going.

Going.

Here, that's for you, so you have more.

Thank you.

And so I had a new friend.

I visited him every day.

I shared candy with him,

I changed his flowers, I sang to him,

...I was giving him presents,

I even built him a fence.

I guarded him.

Here, now no one will even come in.

Such impudence...

No one even allowed this.

They just broke everything.

Stole all the presents and candy,

impudent people.

Here they are somehow.

They didn't steal it looks like.

Still, no one allowed to touch at all even.

They still broke the fence.

Where's the little wallet? It's gone,

the little wallet.

They stole the little wallet, impudent people.

Sometimes I told him about myself.

And about mother.

My mom actually brings me all kind

of stuff. Even a wolf.

Not a wolf - a wolfie.

Here, look.

Look here.

Look.

I told him and told him, told him about

my made-up happiness,

...about my wonderful childhood.

Told him about everything that

was missing from my life.

And he believed it all,

and I wasn't ashamed,

...because I also believed it.

Believed that mother is in charge of a store,

that we have a real carousel at home, hedgehogs,

parrots, many TVs and a typewriter.

I believed that I'd flown on a real airplane and

had sailed on a real steamboat with mother.

But most importantly - that mother loves me.

Loves me, loves me, loves me.

And I was so thankful to this quiet listener

for the happiness he was giving me,

...that I even wanted to kiss him.

Or maybe I even did kiss. I don't remember.

I can even do this. Here. Fool.

Our friendship could have gone on for a long time

...and become something more

...if one day the cemetery itself didn't become something that takes away.

So?

- Have you gone to that cemetery enough?

- I didn't go.

- Come on, enough getting on her case.

- Piss off, I didn't ask you.

- So? Did you go?

- No.

- And who brought me the dead one?

- A car.

- What car...

- I don't know. Other, big brown car.

- And who's been going to the cemetery? A car?

- I don't know.

- Enough, it's disgusting.

- So don't listen.

- All right. Come, touch you grandma's foot.

- She already held it, what more do you want.

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