Crows and people. Memories of childhood.
I read yesterday the page of Maxim in the Zhzh, the story of how the crows attacked the boy, then the local sloping grandmother, and remembered the story, too, about the crows.
I read back in 2010 on a local forum a desperate cry of soul. I literally do not remember, but the meaning was this: "A wicked crown came around our entrance. She attacks everyone who enters, goes out, passes by, beats with a clove; injured several children, broke their heads, spoiled their clothes. We went to the mountains. The services, the animal control department, called and wrote there, here, cold and there... - no results... It has been going on for 10 days... What to do?!"
And then there was a bunch of comments, probably 50, the meaning of them: "write a complaint", "need", "put a question somewhere there", "turn to the court"... And none! No one is adequate! Who are our people? Think about it: the ugly crown terrorizes tenants (no matter why she does) and no one can cope with it! by Ophigete!
I was surprised at first, then upset by human stupidity, and then I just began to roast, roasting more and more as I read the next comment. And at the same time remember...
We shot a lot. The years at 5 started with horns, first simple and weak, then more and more serious and powerful; some went on - and shoots of different constructions appeared, arrows to them were both wooden and wire, and even camels with bullets. But then, at the age of 12, some had self-pistols. The powder was made by themselves, the bullets were cast from lead or - most often - glued from clay impregnated with the silicate glue of the office. And we shot! No one ever touched the dog – they were friends; cats were also inviolable – they were someone’s or personal, or courtyard, for an offended cat (not to mention murder) could gently present; the pigeons were slow and dumb – not a prey for man. The object of the hunt were crows and rats - creatures clever and clever. The crows were relatively few and they behaved cautiously: they flew either very high, not even getting out of the shuttle, or very low, but quickly and zigzags, hiding behind the trunks and generally showed themselves almost not. They knew that those who were illuminated would not live long.
And then one day there was a idiot crown at our entrance, a nominee for the Darwin Prize. She also kicked from the nearest tree on all the passers, knocking a clove, tearing a few hats, someone's head to the blood... This was treated relatively calmly: they knew what would soon be with her. In the morning it began, and in the afternoon at three o’clock, when I was going from the sixth class, she had already hanged on the fence with her head between the stickers, and in her pulse she had a hole not provided by nature – from the arrow. The youngest tried, their lessons in school ended earlier. I don’t remember any more such fools... So I thought in the end: and what, in that case - from the forum - nobody was found with pneumatics? With a rogue? There were no boys? No one even wrote, “Fuck it!” No, but it is 10 days! 10 days the crown is attacking people!!! No one broke her! What stupidity? Or am I so obsolete?
I don’t remember how everything was resolved.