Diary of a deceased
It was unclear what was described or wanted to be told in some pages of the diary from now on. He read and passed those places quickly, coming to the last pages. He stopped reading them until tomorrow. He also wanted to leave this town now. Slept.
After breakfast, he closed his account in the hostel and said goodbye. He got on Suziki and left this town. When he came to the other town, he parked the car and his friend called the dog, he was not there. The possibility that something bad might have happened to him came to his mind, he was upset. He went into the park and sat down on a bench. There were three people on the bench next to him, and they were talking feverishly. The subject they discussed was about listen, faith, the other world, hell, etc. One said, “Most sinners were born into this world as a serpent. Because crawling is the greatest punishment that can be given to them. " he was saying. He hated those who provoked timeless feelings, cursed all these miserable creatures. Fortunately, they didn't stay long, they got up and left as if they were in a hurry.
Their places are already up. This time it was two well-dressed women, one plump and one in fish meat. The chubby one started talking as soon as he sat down and continued speaking non-stop. The other was always listening without a voice. She was an elegant, dignified, pleasant woman; its silence adds beauty to its beauty, almost turning it into a fascinating being. Plump woman "One must first be content with yourself, not with others." He let out a loud laugh, his ringing laughter mingled with the noise of a car passing through the street, making hoarse noises.
When the janitor came to him, he gave the order of coffee. The previous attendant who took the order was not a young man; This was a middle-aged, short man.
Birds were hovering in the air, a little proud and some curious. The sweet scent of the flowers makes the air heavier, and with each deep breath, you feel like drinking a glass of wine.
Here he was deliberately lingering; hoping maybe I'll see the dog. Because he wanted to say goodbye to him too. Although he waited too long, he could not see it. He got in the car and drove to the cemetery.
He would sit among the trees opposite the cemetery and read the diary. He searched a lot to find the most suitable place, he could not decide. During this search, he had unwittingly gone quite a distance from the road. He liked a place full of grass and flowers and sat down and watched the sky for a few minutes. If he had become a kite and floated in the sky, if he had watched the earth from hundreds of meters high, if he had pity on the crumbling, if he had begged to blow the wind violently, if he had said to the sun, "Just because I am high, look I am here" ... If mankind had not polluted this wonderful sky at least!
He heard an unpleasant smell, closed his nose; the smell continued, he spat on the floor in disgust. The smell gradually increased. He left there. I think there was a dead man somewhere nearby. The best was in the car!