Volchok Page #5

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I don't know nothing, let her hold it again.

God forbid she'll be wetting herself later.

You've always been mad, and you still are.

Nothing teaches her.

Come on, look at her as well.

- You see?

- Yes.

- What do you see?

- Don't know, grandma.

Aha, and I see grandpa.

Look at what you've done to her.

- It wasn't me.

- And who? Me?

- Why the hell did you go to the cemetery?

- Because there's a boy there.

- What boy?

- A friend.

- A dead boy?

- No. He's got a photo and a cross there.

- Dumbass. That's called a deadman.

- No.

Of course he is. So he took your grandma then.

- No.

- Yes!

- No.

- And I said yes. Yes!

Because you can't go see strangers' dead people.

Now go ask him to give your grandma back.

Of course he didn't give anything back.

But after grandma's funeral mother got sick.

And I started thinking that he could

take her away as well.

Look at us.

That's how we do it.

Got it?

Look at us, so handy around the house.

I can't believe it.

Maybe you want to wash mother's twat as well?

Here, wash mommy's twat.

Wash it, come on.

What are you?.. What do you want?

What?

They took my mommy!

My mommy!

My mommy! Mommy!

Mommy, mommy, a-a-a!

Bastards, bastards, bastards!

In an hour mother was taken to a hospital.

And I was, too.

Then I lived at mom's sister's house.

- Come eat.

- And where's mom?

How do I know? She checked out

a while ago, and she hasn't shown up.

- We'll go see her tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, tomorrow. Let's eat.

Oh. What a surprise.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Why?

- Nothing.

- What?

- What?

- Nothing!

Got rid of the kid and is living it up!

You think I'm the babysitter?

Here, see this?

It's your kid - you take care of her!

Just look at her! Doesn't even

think of showing up!

You want some sweet life? Not going to work!

- Yes it will.

- No it won't!

- Package delivered, sign here please!

- Done, now what?

- That's it! Now.

- That's it.

- Completely shameless.

- Yes I am.

- Why, aren't you?

- Yes, shameless, that's what I'm saying.

- There. No good screwing around.

They're going to have you on so hard

you won't be able to sit down.

Probably never.

-Finished? Now get up and get the f*** out!

-I'll leave when I'm ready.

- Now is the time.

- Not your business!

- And I said - out, on the count of three!

- And I said - not your business!

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

- What are you doing?!

- I also know how break bottles on heads.

Want me to demonstrate? One.

Two.

Completely mad, just as you've always been.

- I'm selling the apartment and going South.

- You can go wherever you want.

There's already a buyer!

Go to sleep.

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