A mosquito, out of its winter hibernation, woke me with its ultrasonic song. “Get up,” it said. “You have big plans today.” I brushed away its persistent many-voiced buzzing, not at once realizing that the neighbor upstairs was echoing it. You know those high female voices that drill straight…
What does it mean to live “by concepts”? Is it when everything is clear, or when it is the opposite? For example, what do we understand by the word “park”? A large flat area here and there planted with frail saplings, with a standard red-and-yellow children’s playground in the center? Or an…
April is coming soon. A beautiful word. Something like a flute. Or like raindrops: Ap, ril)) — almost a circus, a trill — arriving birds? In infancy and thereabouts, the word “April” was associated for me with dripping thaw, melting snow, the last days of icicles, and so on and so forth.
Once I decided to learn to drive.
No, no, I did not have a car, not even in the plans, nor, for that matter, the possibility of buying one. But a certain excitement appeared — a drive, I would even say. My colleague-driver took offense: then what was he for? Another colleague, with whom…
Early morning. And it is unclear what woke you: the monotonous tapping of rain on the windowsill, or the sound of incoming text messages. Your eyes are still asleep, your head is hollow; it seems that the raindrops are beating on it. Or inside it. Knock. Knock. Knock... “Down the road, knock…
Sometimes one feels a desire for a new dress. As I was finishing the phrase, the word “green” immediately appeared in my head. Strange — I had not been thinking about a green dress at all, but the subconscious suggests: one must! To be honest, I did not really want one very much. First,…
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