I have an older son, Sascha, an intelligent, but moderately flattering guy.
The story is real and directly related to him, or rather to his young man.
of creativity. It was in 1998, when he was still in second grade.
The story itself.
I woke up one morning with a headache yesterday.
the holiday) and the insistent demand of the son – dad, dad, we yesterday
It was written and the teacher gave me nothing for it. Everyone
I put it, and I don’t. Let me read it to you. Dad, Dad... Sash, S
I hardly say - let's go later (heads crack), anyway now nothing
I understand, I can’t even listen... He broke me. Theme anyway.
I was – I ask. About nature, I should have written, I wrote.
Forests and rabbits. Well go wave.
Now I will try to literally recite the composition itself – a little more.
Half the school page in the ambulance.
So then... In one forest – started Sashka, – built a factory, where rabbits
after the first words, my eyes became slow by themselves
to open.) And here, when another batch of rabbits was brought to the factory
They decided to organize the escape (from their eyes began to emerge images from the
Auschwitz: a long rope of unhappy rabbits in front of giant rabbits
factory gates on the backdrop of pipes. The consciousness is becoming clearer.)
Several rabbits gathered together and began to discuss a plan for escape. was
decided to undercover under a clutch wire and escape into the forest (despite
At the pulsing headache, I began to slowly fold in half.
They are fucking...). And here, when the pudding was ready, a few rabbits
They escaped and ran quickly into the forest. They were shot, but
The rabbits turned away from the bullets. The guards were pursued by the
Of course, so many dogs run away without permission. Quietly
I am hysterical, I cannot rust, I am afraid the head will split, tears from the eyes...). one
The rabbit long walked through the forest and managed to get rid of the pursuit.
The rest are unknown, possibly someone was wearing the shirt.
readers of this letter. Shake up – son – do not continue – pity...).
Finally, exhausted by the pursuit, the rabbit crashed into the forest and fell on the ground.
grass, hard breathing (Thank you God, save me, don't let me fall on
Factory... washing in the pillow. And then the rabbit fell on the nose of the tree autumn.
the yellow sheet, the rabbit looked at him (you imagine it...) and said
What a beauty!! (How I did not die, I still don’t know.)