About Baruch Feu

The sheep are the size of a bull. The last major remnant of the Ice Age. At that time, much around it was very large, fierce, horned and dented. These caterpillars are used to defending themselves against caterpillars, compared to which the sable-toothed tiger is a small cat. And now they would have gone away, but all their nightmares, except the smallest person, have long since disappeared. The method of defense is apparently inherited genetically, because it hurts. When the hunter appears, the shepherds instantly fall into a dense circle, and the horns of the most powerful lambs, thick and squeezed, are torn out with a steady frequency. The rebellious young man always finds himself inside this ring with the sheep, even if he tries to advance outside. Whoever is stronger, wipes out all the blade back and holds the front as much as he can. A proven way, but for the hunter grace. They shot the sheep calmly, one by one, as many bullets were enough. The bars stood firm, even until the last. The herds of sheep were killed all over Canada, and the surviving Russians began to recover. In our country sometimes it is just great that nothing is done to the end.

This is a story, a story ahead. One day my son asked for it. Children love horror stories. It feels like they are born on which planet. I don't know what the advanced pedagogical thought thinks about this, but my children's company grew up on the unadapted texts of Andersen's fairy tales. It is difficult for adults to read, and easier for children. Girls can and should be guarded from a young age with a pink scarf - they will become omniscient in their youth. And it is better to explain to the guy earlier that there are the stupidest situations in life when you need to stand where you stand, even if you are able to run away from those who are nearby.

I told my son about the sheep, the animals that surrounded them, and the people who killed them. Nevertheless, the story must adorn the reality. In my narrative, a bucket named Fefa stole himself. He was the smallest in this herd, but he was already very large, dull and unclear. Feffa was in the center of the shot-off herd and remained alive under the bodies – there must be some sense in this eagle stubbornness.

I told that story many years ago and forgot it long ago. And during the New Year, he broke up with his son his children's drawings and stumbled upon a strange comic book - a huge graceful beast with thick horns pursues hunters, raising their tents on the horns and tapping their guns into the folds. Overwhelmed by the horror faces of the hunters, everyone takes their feet far away. And a large terrible inscription with uneven letters: “FIFA VIROS!”