could be seen on the wet from the rain avenue. Many shades of the night city smoothly merged into one beautiful palette. The only thing that broke the idyll of this night were your heavy steps. You went home from the work and you were tired. Your eyelids were swollen.
She slammed the door in front of your nose. Again. Your empty dialogues have been reduced to her indifference and your humiliating pleas for a departed love. You collected all the cigarette butts from the asphalt with your noses. Urban night breathes your solitude.
You remember the garden. You often mowed the grass with your child heels and caught flies in this garden. You thought little, ate a lot, did not sleep much. Cheerfulness always came in a blend with happiness and slumber, laziness and bliss. You are a child.
What do you see, stupid child? Do you see the shadow of your exhausted parents in that garden? Do you hear their abuse and the hate that flows from their lips? Can you smell their sweat? Do not answer, sluggish child. You are blind and inexcusably stupid. You look under your feet and in your pants. You are not much different from a dog or a pig.
You hear your father's hoarse voice:
- Well, look at yourself. You're dirty again. Who should wash your clothes? Tell me. How much can you make fun of us? My head is covered with gray hair, my pocket is empty. And no joy from you. You walk and do not say anything. And now you are silent. Well, say at least one word, devil. Say at least one damned word! The nurse all correctly spoke. You are bad and unhealthy. I'm not even sure that you can hear me now. Damn you, God, damn you ...
2.
You. These sounds are stuck in Paul's ears. The sun lifted his eyelids brazenly. He found himself in the city park. He settled on a bench casually and seductively, his legs crossed and his shoulders relaxed. He woke up. Trying to resume the events of the last evening, he found that his fatigue did catch up with him. He fell asleep right there, on that bench.
3.
Paul, you're tired. You allowed yourself to sleep right there. You need to rest. But what dream did you see? Remember what a beautiful garden. Now I regret that I grew up in the city. City fuss cannot be compared with that silence and tranquility. People are different ... Yes, there are other people there. They live there, and we just pretend. They are living people. And we are dead somehow. To leave, to leave ... Work? Well ... I have enough money for several years, if I will eat less. And I do not need much. I do not need anything at all. This night I spent the night in the park. So why can`t I spend 99 more nights like this? And then life will suit itself.
4.
He walked slowly. He examined carefully the rejuvenated trees, clouds floating in the sky, laughing or crying children, disgruntled adults, fat dogs, thin women, stale cigarette butts, dirty shops, missing tiles, lying checks, packets that did not reach the urn, homeless people and careerists.
However, one thing remained unnoticed by him. A boy walking with his father. His dirty pants, big and clean eyes went unnoticed. His large red cheeks, on which tears rolled, his father's poisonous speech and his silent smile remained without attention.
But he walked, and his feet crumpled dry and dirty avenue. And there were no stars.
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