27 Sept 2017

The View from his Window by Rita Tokareva

I can not hear the sounds of nature,
but very sharp, fast, but not constant sound at the bottom. Somewhere there the car passed, after two minutes the second passed. Is it because of them that I can not hear birds singing? The third car passed by. It's strange, because I do not even hear people. People are loud, often even brazenly loud, I hear them even when I do not want it. And now only cars, although, no, the trolleybus, it seems, was also. Yes, as it was, the sound is so long. I feel something else, it's some kind of vibration, a knock. I seem to envelop the waves, but not water, but sound ..
I'm not there anymore. I'm no longer outside, I'm inside, I'm in my room. My mother came in and I was back in my room. I love my mother so much, her voice. I do not know exactly how she looks, but I'm sure my mother is the most beautiful in the world. She said that it's too early to get up and at such a time, I definitely will not hear the singing of birds. I like birds. Mom says that they are all different colors and shapes. I guessed this, though, because they have such different voices. I'll go to bed, I love dreams, because thanks to them I learned how the world looks.

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