Compassion younger brothers

Grandfather (quietly, slowly):
 - Sit on the porch. Look - came rat. Look at me ...
Grandmother, interrupting:
 - What do you mean "looks" ?! You really gone crazy? Rat walk across the garden - it though hell! I would take a shovel, but zashib!
My grandfather, in the same low voice:
 - I looked and left.
Grandmother, breaking into a shout:
 - What do you mean gone? Where did ?! Rats, you know, go where they want ...
Grandfather, paying no attention, not raising his voice at any decibel:
 - In the morning, I go out - is dead. Probably I came to say goodbye. Grandmother without changing intonation:
 - Most ofanarel ?! The poor animal came for help. You'd jelly though it poured!
© Mary Degtereva



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