I have few things to tell, before the story text:
1. I feel, my english is too raw, I couldn't show everything I wanted to, but this is only the case of time. I have to feel this language, like my own.
2. Sorry for all mistakes.
3. Thanks, Gustav Mahler, for setting my brain free, ha ha.
4. I don't wanna hurt anybody with this story, this is fiction.
"For Walls Only"
I can tell you, we always had so many crazy people near us, when I was younger, and lived with my parents. I mean neighbours. The only one, that hasn't changed for years was Russian family. And second - neighbour right next door to ours, but that's not count, I mean, he didn't live in his flat for years. He had some problems with his wife and kids, and every other members of his family.
Sometimes I think, it's better not to have family at all, or have just some small, so you could hold it in your pocket, or bag. You could take them out only for Christmas or Hanukkah. Every other days in the year you could be free: no phone calls, no gossips about you, and your new boyfriend.
The fourth flat was a complete disaster, or rather all those people, who rented it. First - a crazy Russian-speaking guy, who went through Afghanistan war. He lived with big dog. He always borrowed sugar from us and sometimes stole our spoons. He told so many hard and scary stories about his life and places he has been, and people he knew, and people, who died in front of his eyes. He was crying ones, telling my father a story about his friend, who died on his hands. This man has hands, eyes, thoughts, covered with blood. He hasn't had enough money to keep this flat, he was always tipsy and angry, shouting about how bad world is, cursing everything he knew. I was too small then, to understand all those things, he was talking about. Every word that I've heard, that was flying from his mouth, was strange. Who knows then, that death is real, that pain is much more, than just a broken knee, covered with grass and a little bit of blood. Only now i can realize he saw whole life, and it beats him a lot. In the end, he was thrown out from his home. I don't know, what was happened to him and his pet.
The other family, that lived in that flat, was a lady and her son. Eugene was a little bit older, than me. He had red curly hair and big blue eyes, well, as I can remember now. His mother was working for company, called "Adelaide", or at least, something that sound like this. I remember the taste, of how this title sounds on my tongue. She was giving me some toys all the time, covered with brand name all over. When other people was telling it, sweet name, "Adelaide". I always thought, this should be a name of some star, or other planet, where people are flying, using their purple wings. Where grass can speak, and ground don't bite you that much, when you are falling down. This woman was a part of a thing, called pyramid, she was searching for fools, and those silly people she found, immediately started searching for some others. They were selling some useless products. All I can remember about their house, it always was so dirty and dusty out there. You could found needles, thrown all over the floor. Everywhere was animals wool. They didn't have any pet, I don't even know, where it came from, those hair, black and grey. Now I can imagine, how many bugs lived in this house, making their own homes in this kingdom of dirt.
In the end, that woman cheat on so many people and made so much money, so she could finally go someplace else, and she choose US for some reason. Maybe it was far enough from cheated people, who knows.
Quiet people, that lived in this flat after that woman, had to change the phone number, because family kept getting angry messages from tricked people. This family was so quite and calm, we didn't even know how many of them lived there. This was invisible people, family of ghosts, or maybe not? Maybe there wasn't new people at all. Maybe it was just empty house for some moment, and all the walls should listen to all angry calls from cheated men and women. Who, actually, wanted to cheat somebody else, taking part in this pyramidal factory, in this company, where everyone was making money from the air. They just didn't knew, there was somebody much more smarter, than them. And after it all, the only, who was punished - walls, green and pink, dirty. Floor, covered with wool, windows covered with sand and dust.
But this quiet time didn't last for so long. Few years after, this house get his constant owner. Some people bought it. Ordinary family: two daughters, which age difference was more than 10 years, smaller was around 11, mother and father. They was so noisy! Then they got piano and started making much, much, much more noise, that I bet, you can even imagine. There was mixed music, children cries, shouts. "Dog waltz" was our new hit, this melody hunted us everywhere: in toilet, in bathroom, even in our dreams! We started seeing stories about dogs: running for their tails, dancing puppies, the best was about rabbiting in the woods of Ireland.
Their older daughter was learning some east fighting arts. We thought so, just because of "ha!" sounds we heard, when our TV was turned off and we could heard how fly is moving her tiny wings. Or when we were watching "Colombo" series, and when there was really quite parts, we clearly heard those fighting shouts and all the ground was shaking because of jumps behind the wall. Our lamps was shaking, our cut glass ware was so scared of those moves, that I found it shaking in our dresser. All those noble things was shaking like jellied meat, scared of being eaten, of being broken.
Time was going like crazy, we started getting accustomed to all those strange, new sounds and vibrations. We already loved our dog dreams, and girls started learning melody from the "Titanic" movie. One evening I heard some new and actually strange sound, like there was living some other people. Calendar shows me, that it was Thursday, and sun was coming down. There wasn't any dog songs, any fight moves, they wasn't skating their rollers. I looked in our dresser, all glasses was standing still, looking at me with their scornful, rock crystal's eyes. I felt, like I broke some of their important dialogue, about best polish stuffs. I heard some really strange and unusual kids screams from behind the wall. They was much more powerful, than all those I've heard before, for so long time.
When I was a little child, mom took a glass sometimes and put it against the wall, that was strange for me, when i was five or six, but I knew already, those was magic glasses, they could heard and all the stories, walls are telling to us. More than that, they could translate it to us, so we just have to imagine all the worlds behind, and it was the same, as you were watching a movie.
So I took one of my glasses and lean it against the wall, I wanted to knew all the secrets these wall was holding. Now I am thinking, that some walls should keep something only for themselves, there are things, that only wall can bear, only rock can handle .
I heard some rhythmical sounds, reaching from other side of the house box.
I heard the little girl cried.
I heard man's deep moan.
-- I don't wanna do it anymore, daddy! - thin voice was crying.
-- Can you just do those moves I showed you?! Move right together with me! - man growl, his tone was full of pleasure.
Sometimes I think, it's better not to have family at all, or have just some small, so you could hold it in your pocket, or bag. You could take them out only for Christmas or Hanukkah. Every other days in the year you could be free: no phone calls, no gossips about you, and your new boyfriend.
The fourth flat was a complete disaster, or rather all those people, who rented it. First - a crazy Russian-speaking guy, who went through Afghanistan war. He lived with big dog. He always borrowed sugar from us and sometimes stole our spoons. He told so many hard and scary stories about his life and places he has been, and people he knew, and people, who died in front of his eyes. He was crying ones, telling my father a story about his friend, who died on his hands. This man has hands, eyes, thoughts, covered with blood. He hasn't had enough money to keep this flat, he was always tipsy and angry, shouting about how bad world is, cursing everything he knew. I was too small then, to understand all those things, he was talking about. Every word that I've heard, that was flying from his mouth, was strange. Who knows then, that death is real, that pain is much more, than just a broken knee, covered with grass and a little bit of blood. Only now i can realize he saw whole life, and it beats him a lot. In the end, he was thrown out from his home. I don't know, what was happened to him and his pet.
The other family, that lived in that flat, was a lady and her son. Eugene was a little bit older, than me. He had red curly hair and big blue eyes, well, as I can remember now. His mother was working for company, called "Adelaide", or at least, something that sound like this. I remember the taste, of how this title sounds on my tongue. She was giving me some toys all the time, covered with brand name all over. When other people was telling it, sweet name, "Adelaide". I always thought, this should be a name of some star, or other planet, where people are flying, using their purple wings. Where grass can speak, and ground don't bite you that much, when you are falling down. This woman was a part of a thing, called pyramid, she was searching for fools, and those silly people she found, immediately started searching for some others. They were selling some useless products. All I can remember about their house, it always was so dirty and dusty out there. You could found needles, thrown all over the floor. Everywhere was animals wool. They didn't have any pet, I don't even know, where it came from, those hair, black and grey. Now I can imagine, how many bugs lived in this house, making their own homes in this kingdom of dirt.
In the end, that woman cheat on so many people and made so much money, so she could finally go someplace else, and she choose US for some reason. Maybe it was far enough from cheated people, who knows.
Quiet people, that lived in this flat after that woman, had to change the phone number, because family kept getting angry messages from tricked people. This family was so quite and calm, we didn't even know how many of them lived there. This was invisible people, family of ghosts, or maybe not? Maybe there wasn't new people at all. Maybe it was just empty house for some moment, and all the walls should listen to all angry calls from cheated men and women. Who, actually, wanted to cheat somebody else, taking part in this pyramidal factory, in this company, where everyone was making money from the air. They just didn't knew, there was somebody much more smarter, than them. And after it all, the only, who was punished - walls, green and pink, dirty. Floor, covered with wool, windows covered with sand and dust.
But this quiet time didn't last for so long. Few years after, this house get his constant owner. Some people bought it. Ordinary family: two daughters, which age difference was more than 10 years, smaller was around 11, mother and father. They was so noisy! Then they got piano and started making much, much, much more noise, that I bet, you can even imagine. There was mixed music, children cries, shouts. "Dog waltz" was our new hit, this melody hunted us everywhere: in toilet, in bathroom, even in our dreams! We started seeing stories about dogs: running for their tails, dancing puppies, the best was about rabbiting in the woods of Ireland.
Their older daughter was learning some east fighting arts. We thought so, just because of "ha!" sounds we heard, when our TV was turned off and we could heard how fly is moving her tiny wings. Or when we were watching "Colombo" series, and when there was really quite parts, we clearly heard those fighting shouts and all the ground was shaking because of jumps behind the wall. Our lamps was shaking, our cut glass ware was so scared of those moves, that I found it shaking in our dresser. All those noble things was shaking like jellied meat, scared of being eaten, of being broken.
Time was going like crazy, we started getting accustomed to all those strange, new sounds and vibrations. We already loved our dog dreams, and girls started learning melody from the "Titanic" movie. One evening I heard some new and actually strange sound, like there was living some other people. Calendar shows me, that it was Thursday, and sun was coming down. There wasn't any dog songs, any fight moves, they wasn't skating their rollers. I looked in our dresser, all glasses was standing still, looking at me with their scornful, rock crystal's eyes. I felt, like I broke some of their important dialogue, about best polish stuffs. I heard some really strange and unusual kids screams from behind the wall. They was much more powerful, than all those I've heard before, for so long time.
When I was a little child, mom took a glass sometimes and put it against the wall, that was strange for me, when i was five or six, but I knew already, those was magic glasses, they could heard and all the stories, walls are telling to us. More than that, they could translate it to us, so we just have to imagine all the worlds behind, and it was the same, as you were watching a movie.
So I took one of my glasses and lean it against the wall, I wanted to knew all the secrets these wall was holding. Now I am thinking, that some walls should keep something only for themselves, there are things, that only wall can bear, only rock can handle .
I heard some rhythmical sounds, reaching from other side of the house box.
I heard the little girl cried.
I heard man's deep moan.
-- I don't wanna do it anymore, daddy! - thin voice was crying.
-- Can you just do those moves I showed you?! Move right together with me! - man growl, his tone was full of pleasure.
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