Day after day, year after year, and I have reached the age when
Real events become material for memories.
The Black Sea in 1982 would have become the most ordinary event.
This was not my first trip to the South. 11 year old boy, the sun,
The rocky beaches I’ve never seen before, the women in bikini, and
“Sineva to the Sun,” as Moskovsky wrote. In a week I dive.
after the raphan from the wave breakout and hit straight into the medusa. She slipped from
I flew out of the water like a dive in the back.
forward to the film: feet up and in a moment the eye was on the wave.
My father immediately understood everything and caught me in 4 minutes. He ran with me home.
I had something like a shock, and I couldn’t say a word. putting me
In bed and covered with a cool underwear, they and their mother rushed.
Look for some medical help. I decided to cure myself.
The pain went into the house buffet. “Cognac,” I decided, “will be the best.
that.” I simply poured half a bottle into myself in a minute and sat down at the table to write.
The parents note. Half an hour later, my dad came with a doctor from the nearest.
The sanatorium, "the sick," that is, I, lay on the floor in trousers and with a red
The back of the dead woman drunk, happily smiling at something, apparently the pain let go.
A note written first in flat letters and then in giant letters.
she lay on the table (it is still stored in a box with my
of documents). This is what was written: “Mom and Dad! I decided myself.
to treat yourself, you did not bother, I took from Adele (the housewife) cognac and I
I drink it, and when I wake up I’ll be completely healthy.”
My will is true in this place under the influence of alcohol.
Cognac, separated from the body, allowing the latter to crumble on the floor.
The doctor looked at me asleep, said that in the morning I would be like a cucumbers and left.
In the morning I woke up exactly at nine, nothing hurt, even in the roasted medusa.
the places. The only time, by the way, when I didn’t have a hammer.