Were not were. Alexander Kolosov

notice him either. When he calls me on the phone, I know for sure, without further ado, that it is he. At the other end of the tube, they are so expressively silent. And there is no point in fussing and saying “Alla, I can’t hear you” or “Speak”. He has no suitable words for me, only contemptuous silence. I answer him the same. So we, sometimes, are silent for an hour or two, until we are separated. But, here’s what’s strange – I can’t be without him for a long time, and he can’t be without me: he immediately stops missing something. There is nothing to breathe, as if from within the breath intercepts. Therefore, once a week we meet on neutral territory, take a bottle of vodka for two and drink it silently. Like two old friends who no longer need words to speak. And then we silently disperse. Without even shaking hands, without looking into the eyes. This is all because a person desperately needs someone whom he can hate sincerely and from the bottom of his heart. At least once a week, but to really, like the last time. And for this, you need someone like him. Real. Friend.

      Thought about death

      I’ve been thinking about death all night. I really didn’t want to die. I even cried from resentment that this should happen to me. Twice. And then he was afraid, lying alone in the dark. Abandoned by all. Nobody needs. I fell asleep by accident, and then in the very morning.

      I woke up with a brutal appetite. To life. He made himself some toast of Prague bread, anointed them with melted cheese, put thinly sliced smoked salmon on top of them and covered all this splendor with fried eggs, richly seasoned with dry garlic and freshly ground pepper. And ate with a glass of hot, strongly brewed black tea. After breakfast, I decided that I would definitely dine in a Georgian restaurant. I will order khinkali. Piece five. Hot, juicy, with lamb. And always with sour cream, but with chopped garlic. And a glass of tea. Better two.