The morale of the grandmother is hypocritical, she has in her closet for all occasions in life, hanging sweaters of different lengths.

A message from that world.

My friend’s dog died aged. The puppy is excluded. The Favourite. Half of my heart, think, died, and my friend fell down from sorrow: she became so sick that she decided to die. The kids are in shock, of course. Mothers are worse and worse, but how to help? The doctors only handed out, she said she takes herself out... and she really goes away! She lies, sits in the wall, doesn’t eat and doesn’t even get up.

Then the daughter of a friend and went to the place under the straw in the garden, where the dog was buried, cried, talked to the dog, as if with a living, and let her reproach: what are you doing? How we loved you! Mother is so young to live...How are we without her? Do not take it with you, be a man! She is crying, it’s all gone. In the evening, she tells me everything on the phone and says that once she went to the dog to the grave with pretences, she also has a roof. So what am I?
Prayers of compassion...what else can we do?

A few days later, the light knocked on the door. Who is there? Mother - her own person: cheerful, business, fun, suddenly thought about dying.
So, he says, children, tonight Evechka came to me in my dream. She said she was coming back to us. She said that in a month you should go to the bird market every Sunday and look for a woman with puppies. The woman’s name is Emma and her fool is Eva. The species? Did not say. The main thing: the hostess Emma, and the fox - as we called it, the same name...
My friend dropped all this to the children, dressed up, gathered, and went on business, as if she wasn’t sick, and was not interested in suicide... The children were in shock again! The daughter calls me: help my mother to persuade the psychiatrist to appear... clearly the roof went to her: the dead dog in a dream, ZU gives... And by that time I heard the whole story of the dream from the first hand, a friend with my own eyes I see - alive and healthy, thank you, lords! Well, I say to the girl, you won’t like it! My mother dies, it is bad. Dressed like a shirt – again not good. Decide already! Your normal mother, take care of her. Not worse than my whole life has been.

And then, as the month passed, every Sunday, from morning to night, a girlfriend goes around the market for ten rows. When alone, when with me, when with my daughter... There is no such combination of Emma/Eva, even if you shoot yourself... Again to scatter the beginning, and I to her: what are you before time? He said in Russian: Wait! Do you think it’s so easy to get back from that world?

That day we went with her to the last round, at the end of the bazar. All the same stands, and the time of lunch has long passed... I pulled a friend for a barbecue and pulled in a cafe. I sat down in the menu. I raise my eyes, and my girlfriend looks behind my back and changes her face. Have you seen a ghost? Look, and behind me on the wall an ad is glued: a preliminary record on the puppies of Eva-Eritha-and two rows of names of all kinds through the barrel. Below is the phone and the name is Emma. We were pushed. What is lunch? Call me right away, Emma. Answered by Emma. And the dog Eve? exactly. Are there dogs already? He says they’ve all been sold.
My wife is really hysterical:
How did they sell? and I? There was mine... my dog in a dream told me... my puppy... from that world... and crying in a voice.
I was scared and picked up the phone. I say: sorry, do not pay attention: we have a mystical story here, and in the announcement the names - yours and your dog - coincided as in a dream... and the dog in the hospital dreamed and said...
Well, you understand – I also made it clear! The negotiator, the shit.
And the telephone silenced, and then suddenly says: write the address, come. There is one puppy. They left themselves...
O Lord! Without hearing our feet, we jumped into the car and went to the address. I found. entered in. A woman is one and a half meters tall and one and a half in width - a square-nested aunt! on the neck a chain of gold, three fingers wide, in a pearl and dark glasses. In the apartment. Do not say goodbye to you or any other reverants. Silence ticked his finger toward the room. There were a table and chairs in the room. We sat down.

...and then began the interrogation with addiction: who are they, from where, why? Aunt around us wears circles and cries: Tell the truth! I know who sent you!
I was already slowly looking at the entrance door, when my aunt, noticing my look, cried out the word, and a huge dog came out of the neighboring room and quietly lay on the doorway into the corridor. I realized we couldn’t get out of here alive.

And when for the hundredth time we, each in turn, told the whole story, including the dream, and with topographic accuracy described the bird market from the inside, the square mistress stood up, made one move, and the huge dog also quietly left, as I seemed, with some disappointment.

In the second move, the aunt took a bottle of cognac from the bar, poured it on a drink, poured half a glass on herself and said that although she did not believe in God or the devil, there was no other explanation for this.

In short: housewife Eva turned out to be a dog of terribly expensive blood, which the whole world can be counted on the fingers. There is always only one cowboy, whose family has all the kings, the princes of blood, and below the Duke even the family has no one.
Especially for a bunch of money this dog is brought to her from... and always everything is perfect! The puppies are all like a selection, each is worth a whole fortune, all the bests are lost, a record for a year ahead... And here, as it should be, three months ago, the dog was damaged, and..

And the fact that in the temple, from which Christ himself expelled the merchants, every little thing is worth protective money, of course, does not offend the feelings of believers.

You are just a fire!



yyy: thank you )



XXX: Is there a guy?



Okay, I’ll take a look at your photos.



YYY: Yes, there is