Dreams

“Dreams that come true can be as unsuccessful as those that don’t come true.”
by S. Butler

The late evening. The heavy rain.
I run out of the garage, I open the entrance door, suddenly, behind me, I hear:
Where are you in such a hurry? Wait and smoke.

At first I did not recognize him – a huge uncle riding a motorbike with small wheels. There are a lot of identical food packages on the wheel. And the uncle is so sad, the rain on his nose has arranged a sharp stream, with a waterfall, just before the fire of a cigarette will get...

This is my neighbor Igor.
Igor is a haish mint of forty years, in the rank of captain. The height may not be great, but it allows Igor to ride a new Gelendvagen, so on a motorbike he looked extremely sudden.
I ask :
What are you doing here in the rain? Whom did the motorcycle take away?
I did not choose anyone. Just the wife sent to Ashan for food, came, went, bought everything, I see... Here is a short story... You are not very in a hurry?
“No, no more, it’s just raining... So what happened?
You understand, but don’t laugh. When I graduated from the seventh grade, my father, the Kingdom of Heaven, promised me to buy a motorbike, if not a trio.
I remember, I tried my best at that time, I didn't walk a single lesson, even under a blanket with a light bull poetry. Bringing home a table - all four and five. Father - a duck - a myk, began to whisper that there is no money, let's go later. In short, I never bought it, even if you kill it.

...Well, I’m rolling a food cart, I’m looking at this Chinese misfortune among the great. Something moved me so, I stood, thought. How much life? I took it and bought it along with the products. He dropped the car, put his bags on the wheel and came. I have been sitting here for two hours, smoking and turning off my phone. My wife probably called.
Are you sitting for what?
“I don’t think where to put that hole now and fucking it gave up to me at all...? Don’t give God, my wife will see.
He will see and what? Explain what for what.

Igor turned to me his surprised, full-watered face and irritatedly asked:
Are you normal at all? What would I explain to her that the seventh class without three finished...?