Sad still life with a dog. On the dimly dark parking lot, a lonely dog ​​is a black column. Shifting from foot to foot ...

23-05-2018, 11:30

Sad still life with a dog. On the dimly dark parking lot, a lonely dog ​​is a black column. Shifting from foot to foot ...Sad still life with a dog. On the dimly dark parking lot, a lonely dog ​​is a black column. Shifting from foot to foot ...

Lived on Kakhovka, opposite Bucharest. Time is midnight. Sema is still unguarded.
- I'll go myself.
- Chegoy ???
- Yes, I just have to go to the supermarket ... for a minute ... well, there ... something in trifle ...
Oh well. Hide midnight maniacs. Unstitched smelly black terrier and a girl in the eighth month are going to meet you. They are pinned to the supermarket. I went out onto the balcony, looked after him, presented for some reason how Sema sat on a leash on an empty square, struggled with pity, then with conscience, then with laziness, put on sneakers, locked the door, lit a cigarette, and went.
And then I do not know how much it is - “a minute in the supermarket”. Sad still life with a dog.On the dimly dark parking lot, a lonely dog ​​is a black column. Shifting from foot to foot and pulling the blind head to the side of bright windows. Near the wheelchair abandoned. And silence. And no one. Eh-ma ...
He unbuckled the leash, walked around the corner, on the lawn. I stand on the corner. What would the dog, then watch, and the entrance. A gaggle of midnight teenagers walks by. On a leash - such a small black shaggy drich. What, most importantly, was I surprised? Drisch is an exact replica of Sema, on a scale of one to twenty approximately. And they tie it exactly where we just sat.

Sad still life with a dog. On the dimly dark parking lot, a lonely dog ​​is a black column. Shifting from foot to foot ...Sad still life with a dog. On the dimly dark parking lot, a lonely dog ​​is a black column. Shifting from foot to foot ...

And at this time, to meet them, from the bright doors of the supermarket - the stomach in the frame of ten packets of “what in trifles”, above the head.And the head to itself quietly sings: “Now, now, my Semochka! Now, now, my dear! Tired of waiting for mom, poor thing! ”.
And all this building, having missed with teenagers, briskly moves towards the park. And he, too, means: he was delighted with the living soul, terribly alone in the twilight, rushed forward, pulled the leash, paws and squeaks.I must say that the sharpness of our mother’s sight was never different. Especially in the wrong light distant lamps.

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