10 Apr 2018

Again by Margarita Tokareva

«This is unfair» - someone shouts.
«We do not agree», - others shout. We decided to strike. That's true. We just kept silent for too long, and now the time has come. They promised change for the better, but where is it better? There is no more power to tolerate this bullying, we are for a coup. And this one will probably be our main. It will be from our name ...
- Listen! Throw away everything that makes your back sick! Did you think what will happen next? Tomorrow, for a month, a year later? - he asks.
- We do not think so bad, - they scream.
- Our salary is not a salary, our conditions are inhuman conditions, our schedule is our prison. What's next? - nothing. Your children will never go to a good university, your wife will not at last wear a golden ring in honor of your arrests, your dog will never appear. So what are we waiting for? Do we want to continue? - he asks.
- We need to place those who are above them, those who consider themselves better than us. They exploit and do not hesitate! We drive them out, and let them own their seats! And then everything is in our hands! Everything will be possible and we will all live in harmony and prosperity! Are you ready at last to do this? - he asks.
- Yeeees, well, well, we'll do it!? - they shout.
Dad looked at his son, saw his embarrassed facial expression, and he was already thinking of ending this whole story, and now,
- Tatooo, Nuou, what was next? - asked the little one.
- Em, nou, what's next .. They did it! - replied Daddy.
- What just took and kicked those? - the boy was looking surprised.
"Well, son, it was not easy, of course, but they succeeded," Dad smiled.
- And they changed the rules? That is, everything was fair and everyone became happy? - with little hope was asked.
"Yes, that's how it was, I do not remember much," Dad began to walk to the door.
- Wait, please, and what's next? - shouted a little, - lived a good life forever?
"Well, that's how it was at first, and then another began," says Dad, closing the door.
- What else, Dad?

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