Chapter
1
It’s darkness. Lonely and scary. Even at night,
there is more light in the room than here.
I know this place. It is different. Light or
dark. I love it when a light. When it's dark, I'm afraid. My friend too. It
comes only when it the light. Darkness frightens him. It
is cold. It is hiding something scary.
Shine!
I hear him. He is near of me. He jumps. I do
not breathe. I'm waiting.
Many times I saw him appearing. Straight from
the air. He jumps, bouncing off air. My friend doesn’t has shadow. Everyone
has, but he does not.
I want to get him. I'm running. I pull. But
nothing works out for me. I know: someday I will succeed. Then everything will
change. But now it is not the time. I will feel when the time comes.
Push - and everything disappeared. We arrived. The elevator stopped. My
friend disappeared.
I do not like elevators. Its are stuffy. Its keep people's feelings.
Good and bad. Any. And I feel it well.
Here someone scribbled on the wall. I do not understand the meaning. But
I don't need it. I just feel: the one who did it felt bad. See how deep are the
scratches on the wall! Here is a chewing gum. It stuck just for fun. Trail of
spitting. Someone angry left it here. It scares. Bright sticker. Someone had
nothing to do. Someone was bored.
- Look, Kostya, today is a good day, - I hear the voice of my mom. - The
sun came out! Rays all warmed up. Why does the sun have spiky rays? - she
laughs.
The day is really good. The first really warm and sunny. The first of
this spring. This means that everybody will smile.
I love to see smiles much! This means that the everything is well and
people are happy. Winter is bad time. Everybody is running somewhere. Everyone
is looking down. Irritated. Gloomy. Angry. And it is really good that everybody
hide their eyes. From the views of those who do not look at their feet I feel
bad. These days I’m looking only at snow. Or spend time with my friend. It is
much better than to look at the passers-by. Why do I need to know that
everything around is bad?
But when everyone smiles a weather became sunny.
Sunny day! A good day! On such days, I remember one game. Neighborhood
kids stand up in a circle. They throw a ball to each other. The one who is in
the center tries to catch it. All the others - do not let him to do it. I feel
sorry for this ginger boy. A little bit. I feel that everyone likes this game.
Even the boy who runs for the ball. It's just that he is in a circle, and the
others are - not. But here, one of the guys is wrong. The ball was caught by
red one. Game continues till the next mistake. And – the next. Now, a slim girl
are funny chasing for bright orange ball.
Everyone have fun, I feel it! Everyone is laughing. I feel good too!
True! I am happy with the guys.
Then I discovered a secret: these balls give the greatest joy! And yet; everything
will be changed when you will catch yellow ball.
I understood that I also want to take part in the game. I wanted them to
accept me into their game! I also wanted to catch this ball! I rushed to the
guys. I tried to grab the ball. For some reason they all got scared of me. Not
for long by true. They understood that I just want to play. They realized that
now none of them would have to catch the ball - just throw. I would catch it.
Guys started to throw the ball to each other. Someone was catching one
and showing it to me. I ran to him. But he was already throwing him on. It was
the greatest joy in my life! True! I was full of laughter! I ran from the one
player to another. I tried to catch the ball, but nothing came of it. The guys
liked this game too. They shouted something and laughed out loudly.
But the final was bad. Guys tried to deceive me. That red-haired boy
just pretended than thrown the ball. But it was not true! In fact, he hided it
behind his back. Bu I did not understand it at the moment.
I stood in the center of the circle. I looked at the guys. They had fun,
but I felt that something was wrong. It was very different from used to be
before. Then the guys were good. They just enjoyed the game. But now - not! They
became bad. They became evil.
- Where is your ball, Down? - they laughed.
- Come and play with us, Down!
- Down, look for the ball!
- Down-doggie. Find the ball!
They shouted to me. I was scared.
- Come on, Daun, did you fall asleep?
- Down, Down, where is your smile?
- Stupid Down lost his ball!
I wondered why I was stupid. And I am – not Down! I am Kostya! Kostya!
And I did not understood how it is possible for guys to change so much in a
second? Why did they become bad suddenly? Perhaps this is because I lost the
ball. I looked at the guys. And yes, I saw a ball! It was behind the redheaded
back. He just hided it! Great! Now I'd give it to children, and we'd continued
to play again! Now the red-haired boy will give the ball!
I ran to him and tried to grab the ball. But this was not fun guys. On
the contrary, they were frightened. Especially red. He just threw the ball away,
ran a few steps away from me and burst into tears.
The ball jumped to the sandbox. I wasn’t hard to catch him. I was having
fun again. I ran back to the crying boy.
- I want to play again! It was so great! I want more! - I shouted to
him, but he did not understand.
- Down picked my ball! - the redheaded roared.
- Not true! - I tried to explain. - We played, and the ball rolled. And
I caught it. Here he is! Let's play on!
But nothing helped.
- You can not leave such a child unattended! - shouted one of the moms
to my mom. – Look at this, he scared our children!
- It is needed a special care for such child, especially at his age, -
another one ran up and shouted also.
- He is so big, but offends little children!
- Soon it will be scary to let the children out of the houses!
These women took mom into the circle. Everyone wanted to say something.
I often saw this in the yard. Many dogs gathered in band. They, probably, were
bored. Perhaps that is why they began to bark at someone. Often - to another
dog. I always felt sorry for that one. She pressed her tail and started to run
away. All the others chased her. Then I thought that Mom would run away too. Or
would try to say something back. But she just took my hand and silently led me
to the next bench. The rest went away silently. Probably, they were ashamed.
The game was over. Mom took me away from other children.
- I want to play! I had fun! - I tried to explain to her. - Why are you
taking me out? - but mom did not listen. She shook me off and led me to another
courtyard. But why? It was so great! Even the guys searched me for a long time
and called: “Down! Down!”. Probably they also liked this game.
Mom gifted me the same ball soon. Looked like that one! But it was not
the same. I understood soon: that ball brought joy. But my one - no. Only mom
really plays with me. She throws it at me, and I catch it. Sometimes mom hides it
behind her back, and I guess what hand he is in. She comes up with new and new
games. She is happy with me. Dad - no. He is not interested. He sits down on a bench
and throws it to me. He is waiting for me to bring him the ball. He takes it
and throws it to the ground again. He doesn't like to play ball. He likes to
talk about work.
From time to time Serge plays with me too. He throws the ball on the
ground and kicks it. I try to catch him, but Serge does not allow me to do it.
He outplays me. He moves the ball from under my nose. I'm having fun also with
this game. But with mom – much more. I am always ready to play with her. With
Serge - no. I quickly get tired of chasing the ball. Because of Serge overplays
me in any case.
Then I imagined my own ball. The mine only. He is only friend of mine. He
always appears when I'm boring. When loneliness comes to me. He appears and
jumps somewhere. And I'm trying to catch him. This is the our game. And we do
not need anymore. We feels well with him in this game. I’m trying to get him. He
is jumping to somewhere far, far away. But I know: someday I will catch him.
Then everything will be changed. But not now. A little bit later.
Probably, my ball has its own invisible Master. A person who decides
when the time is right. The Lord of the Orange Ball.
But yes, I’m very sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is
Kostya. I have a mom, dad and the brother Sergei. I am the same as you. Exactly
the same! But everyone, except my parents, call me Down. But why? My name is
Kostya. Konstantin. But I’m a Down, and no one takes me to it’s games... When
people feel the loneliness, they start playing games. But why, when I'm lonely,
nobody takes me to the funs? Only my mom plays with me! Something is wrong with
everyone probably.
Mom and I went out into the yard. I like walking! I like to look at
passers-by. They seem to me curious, even a little bit strange. Why? Just
because they all doing the same thing every time.
I know what thing everybody will do when will see me. At first he will
look at me. Turn his head and slightly slow down his running. Then look at my
mom. Then sharply turn away and run again. He will pretend that did not see me.
Or that he did it by chance. But I feel that this is false! Probably everyone
is confused by the fact that I look like different from they are. But it is not
true!
- I'm here! I want to play! Play with me. Why are you pretending that I
am absent? I am here! And you see it! - I'm trying to call passersby. - I'm the
same as you are. See, I have two arms and two legs. What else do I need to play
with you?
But all - for nothing! No one of them does not respond. Everybody prefers
to continue pretending. Perhaps this is some kind of rite. The Rite of Adults.
Once upon a time it was a TV show about the strange people. They walked
in straw skirts. They lived in the jungle. They obeyed the rites - mandatory
actions, the meaning of which is incomprehensible. Since then, all the oddities
of adults I started to call Rites. Do not notice me is the Rite. Do not answer
also is the Rite. Do not take in the game - the Rite. Rite, the meaning of
which I can not understand.
The only ones who are not averse to frolic with me are the children.
They have much more in common with me than in adults. They know how to rejoice
and to be kind. Adults don’t. Adults laugh, smile. They pat each other on the
shoulders. But they don't care for each other. When mom touches me, I know that
she does it for good. When Serge claps me on the shoulders, pulls me on the
cheeks, he does it kindly. When dad shakes hands and smiles to another uncle...
That's the typical way of doing and not
more. I see that it’s just a Rite.
This is the same Rite as dad's TV in the evenings. I love to watch TV.
Especially cartoons! I'm ready to watch it all the day. All day, until there is
no dad at home. At evenings he returns from work and proceeds to his Rite.
First, he takes a dinner and tells mom about his work. Then starts watching news.
Or evil movies. Films about bad people. He likes these kinds of pictures. When
in the TV something burns, collapses, breaks, it means that dad will fall
asleep. If cartoons, he will look for his pictures. He will be calm only when
he find it. And I do not watch these movies and pictures. Its are bad. And yet,
after its it is very difficult to fall asleep.
Mom
Kostya is a nice boy. He is so kind and gentle. And – he also can feel something
what we cannot. We are - normal people, but Kostya is - not. Although what is a
normal person? Often, very often I ask myself about. The answer seems simple,
but when I look at my son, I begin to doubt. Kostya is the only person who
never pretends. He is the only one who does no evil. Kostya, in the end, the
only one who truly enjoys life! He does everything that we, normal can not afford.
But we are normal, and he is - not. At least this is what everyone around
thinks.
I remember the day of Kostya borning. Three and a half years after Serge.
We never doubted even for a second that it would be a boy. Even his name was
invented long before his birth. Konstantine - strong, self-confident, reliable.
We slept and dreamed of a sturdy, pink-cheeked, smiling little tot. And
also, the crowd of grandchildren and granddaughters, which are going to be
gifted us by two of our sons. Boris dreamed about two boys. He did not even
think that a girl could be born.
All the family was preparing for the birth of her second child: diapers,
strollers and old rattles were checked. We argued for a long time: whether or
not this or that Serge shirt suits Konstantin, what tales to read for him at
night, what garden to define. In general, even before his birth, Konstantin
became the favorite of all the family members, including grandmothers and Serge,
who was waiting for he would have a brother.
I do not remember how the childbirth went. This moment was did not kept
in my memory. I only remember how an elderly sister happily told me:
-You have a boy, beautiful! Boy!
And I remember clearly how I waited for my husband appearing. Weight -
2900, height 48. God knows why, but I wanted to stun him right at the door with
that figures.
I remember this feeling of lightness and pride: for myself, for Kostya,
for my husband and Serge. We did it! We have succeeded!
It was amazing how fast the news were spread around! This was when no
one knew anything about cellphones! The next day, we were visited by whole the
army of grandparents and other relatives of our family.
These endless half-asleep days before discharge are forever imprinted in
my memory. These endless and meaningless conversations with neighbors in the
ward. These feedings are every three hours... But there were several days
filled with happiness. Happiness of waiting.
And then the nightmare began. So many times I tried to erase the next
few days from memory. Wasted work! Its just became more sharp and painful. Two
weeks of fear, vague hints of doctors, endless conversations with her husband,
cowardice of others, and complete confusion. We were left alone in this world:
me, Kostya and my mother.
Later in the official documents will appear short records about the
twisted little fingers, the Mongoloid cut of the eyes and much more stupid
issues. In the certificate it will all be called impersonal - formally -
deviations. In life, it is called short and scary word - daunism.
It seemed the whole world turned against us that time! All the relatives
around have become such strangers! They all though that leaving the boy in the
family was the greatest evil of all that was possible! Everyone, even my
husband was against of it! But, no one said anything looking directly in my
eyes. Just somehow casually hided words… Fnd this was the worst thing. All
conversations started in the same way:
- What do you think, maybe it would be better for all of us..?
Since then, I hate that word: "We are all". “We all” means “no
one.” “We all decided, we all advise, we all experience”... None of them had
the courage to say: “I decided, I advise, my advice”. Everyone spoke for
everyone. Everyone threw to my back stones hiding among a crowd.
- We are very worried about you.
- We are thinking about it.
- We are very sorry…
What do you know about what I had to go through? Underpants! Very thanks
to doctors and my mother - the only people who supported me. Without their
help, I would be broken soon.
I was surprise by the determination of my mother: in the very first
days, she find somewhere a bunch of volumes of medical encyclopedias, reference
books and other things. She spent all the days in endless consultations with
doctors. She got fruits and vegetables! Just think how much courage and
determination she had! And this at the time, when all the rest cowardly offered
to give Kostya to the orphanage! Scary to remember!
And now I’m looking at him as he fiddles with the kids in the sandbox
and am happy. I gave life to new person. Kind, sensitive and responsive. And
also - I envy Kostya a little. No matter how many years he passes, he will
always be a child with a pure and untainted soul.
Kostya
Today there are many children on the site. Under the supervision of
fathers and mothers, they build their fortresses and castles. Slap on the
bottom of plastic buckets, make a pyramid. I feel comfortable with them. For children,
I’m one of them. I join the guys. Mom sits on one of the empty benches. But why
does she always sit apart from everyone? It always seemed to me that being
alone is very pity. Much
nicer to play with the same as you. But mother is always alone. Always. It
looks she specially chooses one of the empty benches. For me it is strange. Why
alone, if you can play with the same moms as she herself? Probably loneliness
makes she calmer. I feel it. I think she is playing with her own yellow ball.
Playing in the sandbox with children is much more interesting than
looking at others. I forget about everything. I join in the fun.
We’ve almost finished building the castle - I’m a small girl. We were
already making a wall when someone had hit me from behind. I turned around.
Right behind me stood a little boy. In his hands he had a small metal bucket.
-It’s my one! - He cried, and hit me again with his bucket.
-No it's mine! - I shouted in response to him.
-Give it! - he hit me again with a bucket.
-I'll not give it! - I yelled back.
- Give it! - again he swung at me with his bucket.
In response, I pushed him away from me. The boy took two steps back and
plopped down in the sand. Barely landing, he burst into tears loudly. Our moms
ran up almost immediately: mine and that boy. They vividly dragged us from each
other.
-You are so big boy, but fight with small ones! - my mom shook her head.
-But he first started! - I tried to explain.
-And why you start quarreling? Tell me, please, what did you miss? - she
asked wearily.
-He first started. He hit me with a bucket! - from insult I even caught
my breath. - I want to sandbox! Mom, there was so much fun! - I try to explain
to her.
-You are already an adult boy. You will soon be eighteen years old, but
you are fighting with kids! - Mom did not want to listen. - How can I let to
the sandbox after it?
-I will not be anymore! - I burst into tears in response. - I want to
play with the children! I had fun!
-Well, well, well, - mom agrees. – OK. I will allow you to play. But
this is the last time.
I was let in the sandbox again! I return to the construction of the
castle again. The boy also wants to play. He stands a few steps towards us. I
have not yet decided whether to let him go in our game or not. What if he will
knock me again? He look at us several seconds, then he just comes up and joins
the game. Our castle is getting bigger and bigger. Now he has a real fortress
wall with a gate! We have three of us fun! We laugh together! One of the towers
collapses. So what? We will make a new, a thousand times more beautiful and
stronger!
* * *
The walk is over. We are coming back home. As usual, mom redeems me and
puts into the bed. She will do her homework. However, today everything will be
different. I don't know why, but I feel it.
When I was taken out of the bath, Serge was already at home. Strange. He
usually appears when it gets dark. Having a dinner and run away somewhere.
Sometimes, very rarely, it goes to bed. When I wake up in the morning, he's
gone. But today everything is different. Serge is at home, so Mom is going to
leave somewhere. Strange, she usually takes me with her. She is almost always
fun, but not this time. I feel that something is disturbing her. Something does
not give her peace of mind. She has to go alone today and she’s leaving.
Serge
I hate sitting at home with my brother! Absolutely time wasting! Neither
watch TV nor play games, not make homework. Kostya will not allow. Why he is
not able to understand that people can not carry about him only?! They have own
troubles and businesses. Some issues which are more important than his games. Mom
is spending all her time with him, but this is useless! OK, I understand: the
son and all the deals. But sometimes she could do something for her own. And
for Kostya… Would hire a nanny! But it would be too easy! Instead of it I must
be called from the university! Of course I have no other issues as carrying
about the ill brother! Of course I will come. Of course I will be a kind of
damned nurse for him! Her Majesty Konstantine is a favorite, even though he is Down.
So, Serge needs to drop everything and ran home for playing with her Majesty. The
bullshit!
I turn on the computer and start playing, just to relax. Anyway, he will
not allow me to do something serious; homework or diploma. He wants to play! Just
imagine: in his yellow ball. When the mother will come, she will be playing
with you and your damned favorite ball. And it is useless issue to ask me play
with you! I will not wasting my time! I do not want!
Thanks God, Olga is going to visit me. We are familiar for a long time;
from the first course. But really started dating about three months ago. She was
little surprised why I did not invite her home till now. She would like to be
introduced to my parents. And I would like to be with her alone and yhe flat
for it – the best solution you are able to imagine. But how to invite when the
down brother is here! But today she insisted on. OK! Let it be so. Together will
be more fun. And Kostya... If will disturb us, will be locked up in the room!
However, my irritation goes away as quickly disappears. It was funny just
watching Kostya. I do not know why, but I can’t get angry at him for a long
time. He is really funny, despite of down. And yet - strange. OK, OK, brother,
drag your favorite orange ball! We will play it together.
Kostya
Mom was gone. Before that, she had long considered her fat-thick
notebook. Various things fall out of it: leaves, some gray-white pictures. I
wonder what it is. I'm trying to grab them from the floor and have a game, but
the same moment Serge pull me aside. Another time I would start screaming, but
not now. I just feel that this is very important. And I see how my mother
hurriedly collects everything from the floor and puts it in its place back.
I have exactly the same notebook. It is always with us when my mother
and I go to the hospital. Mom always gives it to some uncle in a white coat. He
flips through the pages each time.
-Well, well, well. How are you, hero? - he performs his usual Rite.
Uncle wants to fool my mom. He wants her to think that he is really
interested in how we are doing. He smiles. He looks at me, then at my mom. Nods
his head importantly. Writes something in my book. But what does he write? I
saw it. Watched every page. There is nothing understandable. Even the pictures
are some extremely strange.
The Rite will be ended as usual. Uncle patted my head and smiled to my
mother. But not by real. As always. Because this is the Rite. As always, mom
will smile back and look at me. Uncle gets his goal - mom believes him. But not
I am. I'm afraid of him. I am afraid of this uncle and his Rite.
Mom tells him something, and he nods his head. I do not like him. He
only pretends. In fact, he is not so good as he wants to be seems. He is just
tired bearded man who doesn’t care what my mother says. He just clumps
something on a piece of paper and lets us go home. But that kind of final is
good! Sometimes he sends us to other rooms. Uncles in white coats hurt my
fingers there or stick needles in my ass. Sometimes it does not hurt, but more
often it hurts a lot! And once, I was closed in a tiny cabin. I was left alone.
The booth began to move, and I was scared. I burst into tears. Mom, along with
an elderly aunt had to calm me for a long, long time.
-How is it possible to be so afraid of fluorography? – smiles aunt. - This
is not scary at all. Not a bit! Even I am not afraid. But I am so small. And
you're so big and you are afraid! - she told to me. She was really sorry for
me. I felt it. And I also felt that she was even more sorry for mom.
I do not like this place. Here everything is not real. Aunties and
uncles just pretend that they feel sorry for me and my mom. In fact, they are
curious. They look at me and my mom with caution. I feel: they do not feel
comfortable when we are coming into their offices.
Dad
I always say: let the professionals do their jobs. Only professionals
and no one else. So why should we call Sergei from the university to sit with
Kostya while Julia is in the hospital? What the fucking real reason for it? Why
didn’t get him to the nursery at the hospital? He will be in good hands of the
professionals till Julia passes through the needed procedures! There are many toys,
books and other fucking issues. If it is need I will hire a nurse. But no. No.
We calls Sergey!
Nowadays Sergey is a student. That is the most important issue in his
life now. Studying, studying and studying. Everything else is a rubbish. Sergey
is a future professional. He must to be. Nothing is as annoying as a son,
sitting at home during school hours. Now is the time to hardworking! If lose
this time, will waste the time at the fucking bottom instead of making the
great career from the adult’s life! I always tall to my son: “Serge, get the
diploma, get working experience. Now is hard time. But later it will be even
harder. Right now is qualification, please, get the pole-position. Do not break
my hart and do not be a looser”
And so what? Excuse me, my son is being withdrawn from the university, just
for sitting with his brother, Dawn. What the Hell?! Today I will discuss it with
Julia.
Kostya
I feel that something was happened. But what? I can not understand.
Before, I spent most of the day with mom. In the street, in the kitchen, in the
hall, in the hospital. She never left me alone for so long. But now something
has changed, and the uncle in the white coat is to blame for this.
It was he who gave my mom some paper that day.
-I strongly recommend on a full course of examination. Strongly. Do not
delay, - mom sadly smiled in response. And he seemed not to notice. He wanted
to show how important he is. He continued. - It can be very serious. I repeat, very
serious! Son can be left in the nursery. Some kinds there are in the playing
room waiting for the parents. Kostya will be fine with them. Believe me, please.
I was led into a room. Wonderful room! There were so many toys at this
place! Ladders, balls, baskets and many, many interesting things! There was
even a small railway with a train! Exactly like real, only very small! Several
guys and girls were there!
-What is our name? - the gray-haired grandmother gently addressed me.
-Kostya, - mom answers.
-Get acquainted, ms.Yulia she is our nurse. Her name is ms.Sofya. She
will look after Kostya while you are going through the procedures, - the
bearded uncle said.
-Don't worry, Kostya will enjoy here, - the nurse smiled to mom kindly.
- Come on, Kostya, I will introduce you to the other guys, - she led me by the
hand to the children playing on the floor. And my mom at this time was taken to
one of these awful rooms. Maybe somebody will hurt her. I felt sorry for my mom.
She will be pounded with these nasty needles as me! But she did not resist. She
went herself with this uncle.
Since then, I got some new friends. Slava is a boy who is carried in a
wheelchair everywhere. He can not move himself. All he can do is smile from
time to time. Katya, red-haired girl. She is like a Pippi Longstocking. My
mother read me this tale recently. I like Peppy. She is funny and noisy. Katya
is like her! But she can not speak at the language understandable for adults. The
same as me. But we do not need any words! We fell well when we are together. We
clearly understand each other without any words.
Sometimes I do not understand why do people need words. It is really enough
to feel the good mood of your neighbour. You feel it and also feel yourself well.
It is possible to speak some kinds of untrue by words. By feelings - no. But
adults prefer to speak by words. Probably, it is very important for them that
no one knows what they really feel.
We spend time in games all the time while our mothers walk around the
cabinets. So great! Finally, mothers of Slava and Katie appear one after
another. They take my friends and I stay alone. I sit on the floor and close my
eyes. At that till the moment, when the terrible dark room will appears. But I
know that this is not for long. Soon my bright yellow ball will be appeared. And
he is friend of mine. He will all ride somewhere, and I will try to caught him.
-Kostya is very calm child. Just a miracle, how quiet he is, - the nannies
voice wakes me up.
-Unbelievable. He is very mobile and noisy in real. Probably, he was
simply frightened by the change of environment, - mother talked with the nurse.
-It happened from time to time. By the next time, I think he will get
used to this place, - the nanny smiles tenderly and strokes my head. - Just a
miracle, what a good boy!
I feel that she is telling the truth. She does not pity me. She does not
pity mom. Though she is an adult, she says what she feels really. The is
something attractive in this good granny.
-When will you come next time? - she is asking.
-Tomorrow, - mom smiles tensely.
The nanny feels that mom is worried about something.
-Don't worry, honey, - she smiles. - Everything will be fine.
-Thank you, - for the first time mother really smiles in response.
After that, my mother seemed to be replaced. She began to smile less
often. More often sigh tiredly. She started to go out for a long time and leave
me alone. Sometimes Olya came to us. She is Serge’s girl. He said it sometimes:
“Olya is my girlfriend”. But how it is possible? Can one person to be belong
someone's? As is the portfolio? I do not understand this.
Olya is very good. She is always ready to play with me. Not that Serge.
Serge does not like this. Extremelly. But Olya is very brisk. She every time
persuades Serge, and we play three of us.
Sometimes mom takes me to the hospital. At first I was afraid. If she
will lead me to that bearded uncle again? But no. Mom went somewhere, and I
stayed in a room with toys. Sometimes met with my friends. But games did not
enjoy me now.
During our walks we began to visit the pharmacy often. There, my mom
buys some colored boxes and bubbles. Dad began to ask my mom about something
for a long time in the evenings, And
then she decided to leave us for a week. She is probably tired and wants to
rest. Probably she was tired of this bearded uncle.
Dad
-Every fucking day it is an another bad new!
Julia must go to hospital, but she decided to go to the sea. The rest it is
necessary! Are you tired of sitting with Down? Every day! From the one damned
day to another day. No offices, no stupid bosses and colleagues! Well, you do
not think about others! About yourself, even bother! – I repeated it during me
way from work to home. It was going to be an extremely serious damned
discussion, but…
But the news I heard this time was a really like an iced shower! I even forgot
to think about all the words and arguments I provided earlier. Of course Serge
will carry about Konstantin and sit at home. Of course I will decide all the
issues at my work and, maybe will go with you. She really needs a rest. Even
for some days! Thanks the God doctor gives not bad chances. She will… Thank the
God, thank the God. But how is it possible?
Kostya
- Mom will fly away for seven days. She is
tired and she needs to rest, - dad announced till we have a dinner. I see that
he does not want mom to leave. Does not want at all. But why? I do not
understand.
Dad always says that rest is necessary. And than it is extremely necessary
to rest well. Otherwise, he will not have enough courage for working. He
himself rests frequently. Much more often than mom. He takes Serge with him and
leaves somewhere. They are both tanned and contented. They bring different sweets,
gifts for mom, photos. I love to look at the pictures! Especially those where
there is no neither Serge nor dad. I don't like its ones. These pictures are
for the Rite. Its are absolutely the same. I like photos where there are sea, sand and mountains only. But
dad does not like that kind of pictures. He considers that somebody should be
at photo. With smile, food, monkey or something else.
I like when somebody tells me about the mountains. I close my eyes and
imagine its! The mountains for me are something... Such that I cannot explain.
It always seems to me that they hide something amazing. It needs only to climb
to the peak... It needs only to want really! If you really do it, the mountains
will reveal their secrets. Or maybe you just need to know the place and the
magic words. If you know, the caves will reveal all their secrets to you also.
Mom reads me many tales. About cave of treasures. About gnomes, trolls
and rogues. They all live in the mountains. They hide their treasures from
people. And yet, those who they do not like, turn into toys. Toys that stand in
the treasury of the Chief Gnome. But I'm not scared. Mom reads me many tales. I
know that gnomes are afraid of chicken eggs. I now it from the tale about the
Oz wonderland.
Every time I expect when Dad and Serge will come back home. I hope that
they will tell us about the mountains. But they do not like to talk about the
mountains. Even if they were lived near its. They talk about the hotel,
restaurants and prices. Sometimes, about the sea. And about the mountains - never.
They don't even go up. Probably just afraid. They are afraid of gnomes. Dad and Serge are afraid that they
will be turned into toys. If they would read me fairy tales, they would know
what the leprechaun are afraid of. Then they would definitely climb on one of
the mountains!
Mom does not go anywhere. Absolutely. Only with us on the New Year and
only for little time. This is not fair! Why should mom always stay at home? She
wants to rest too. All must rest. Dad said it himself! Why is he so unhappy now?
Mom is also sad. I do not understand why. Dad and Serge are always
joyful before its trips. And mom too. But this time - no.
-Look, Kostya, I will live in this hotel, - mom showed a photo. - He is
very close to the sea. I'll swim in the sea and have sunbathe. And also, there
are mountains nearby. Its are very high. I know you love mountains. I will
definitely rise to the highest for taking a photo, - Mom tells me.
Now I understand everything! Dad is just afraid! He is afraid for mom. What
will happens if mom meet gnome. What if
they will catch mom to its dungeon? But this will not happen. Mom reads fairy
tales. She knows everything about trolls and gnomes. Mom knows what they are
afraid of. She won't let herself be dragged away. And also, she will definitely
bring me a photo of the mountains!
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