My God, what terrible times have come! How to live, how to live?! Sheer trouble! No light! Money is sorely lacking, all around is vanity, fuss and other confusion, and even politics, politics! Nothing to say for them! In the morning I turned on the TV and — prepare antidepressants! Politicians have come together in another battle, figuring out whose love for the electorate is stronger, a pack of maniacs is roaming the city, and in Nizhnyaya Katsapetovka, some half-wit was seduced by the pension of an unfortunate old woman. Fuck you, abyss! How to live, how to live?!
And then the last tights were torn, and for breakfast solid sausages! On top of that — an early call at the door. Maniac, maniac! Well, I tell him now, this maniac! Regret that he was born!
Not a maniac. Neighbor. The eyes are crying. Collects money. Lyalya’s grandmother died. I give money. How not to give? Grandma Lyalya is our legend. The face of history. Actually, there is little sadness in her death — the time has come.
Grandma Lyalya was ninety-something. Nobody knew the size of the tail. Even herself. Or maybe she knew, but, like any woman, she flirted, hiding her age.
She flirted a lot, grandmother Lyalya. Once she met me on the street, stopped me, and, looking at me with her already blind, but very clear blue eyes, she asked:
— You have this … Like her … Well, lip smear!
— Lipstick? — I thought, — Yes. Why do you need her?
— So this is … I was invited to the wedding! And there, they say, there will be a grandfather! Here I’ll get dressed! To be beautiful!
I, chuckling quietly, gave lipstick. I don’t know what she looked like, but after the wedding, the “grandfather” settled with Lyalya’s grandmother. “He’s so stupid, my Serozha! — she told everyone, — she doesn’t understand anything in life! Well, what are his years! Young ishsho!”
«Young Ishsho Serozha» was about seventy. He was dry, cheerful and completely stupid in everyday matters. But grandmother Lyalya forgave him this. For youth. Only lovingly grumbled sometimes: “Oh, Serozha, Serozha! What are those pictures for? I’d rather buy some milk! Or some kind of cereal!
«Pictures» were calendars, bright notepads, sometimes cheap magazines, for some reason mostly women’s. Serozhe liked them very much. He put them in an old sideboard drawer and jealously guarded them from prying eyes. Grandmother Lyalya grumbled, and from time to time she herself bought such pictures, brought them to me and asked embarrassedly: “Look, huh? I can’t see very well! Will he like it or not, what do you think? Only without naked girls! There is nothing for him to stare at this shame and shamelessness! I conscientiously looked at the magazines and gave the go-ahead if «shame and shamelessness» was not found. Grandmother Lyalya put the magazine into her bag, and, satisfied, hobbled home to please her “Serozha” with a new toy.
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