8. Crown room, 9.

Expectations with which the reader usually approaches the novel are formed at least by annotation. Annotation to the novel “All capable of breathing” could sound, for example, as follows: “... The event was called“ Asson ”, and its scale was such that inside it failed without a trace and two wars (one, as it should be, someone with someone, and the second, as only later, is all with all), and such a madness that even a certain system was discovered, and the great resettlement was found, and the other Great settlements are peoples who have not considered themselves the peoples before, and there are many more things that have to be discussed separately. All this was Asson, and what was after Ason was also an Asson - and, as always, completely small things were important, because when Asson occurs, no one lives ason, but lives with life. Before Ason, the world was divided into everything that breathes, and everything that does not breathe, and after the Ason the world is divided into everything that breathes, and everything that does not breathe - only now these words mean not at all what before. Here are the remains of a detachment of soldiers who survived after the battles in the zoo, but the “remnants” are people who refuse to evacuate from the cities abandoned by the population, but a person who is trying to provide medical assistance to the exhausted population, who hate him with fierce hatred, but “Volnya” who does not need any help, because Assent gives out gifts with a characteristic of any disaster. With generosity, but the little sectarians who go home with beautiful pictures, so that everyone becomes good and clear, and all of them - nothing, live. They breathe and live, somehow breathe and live. ” As a New Year's gift to its readers, Colta.ru publishes excerpts from the novel by Roman Linor Goralik “All that can breathe breath”.

8. Crown number

The old woman’s fingers-dry, thin, almost completely brown from old age-were humiliated by various rings, and he clearly saw that one of them, freely dangling on a ring finger, was about to fly away. Only he hoped for this, only this wanted this: then the old woman would probably lean behind the ring (or rather, he would have rushed to pick up her ring, preventing her from leaning), and everything would somehow resolve. But the ring dangled and dangled, spinning on a brown knotted wand, like on the rod of a children's ringbraise, the old woman continued to hiss in a trembling voice, so that her words could hardly be dismantled, but Harry squealed every word with icy clarity. He grabbed Harry by the hands, tried to take it away, tried to force him to get off the box, even tried to clamp his mouth, but Harry shouted at him: “Me? To me?! Do you try to hold my mouth?! " - That he gave up and only stood, froze, and waited for it to end, because sooner or later it ended. The old woman shook her hand in front of him for so long that he even managed to remember the first numbers of the pale number-52-and managed to think that the entire number was short, and for some reason he always used to believe that these numbers were long, twelve numbers (why?). “All this, all this is you, you, you tell yourself,” Harry repeated, “you tell yourself all this, all the truth, just about you, it’s about you” - and the old woman also went to the third circle, about disrespect and ingratitude, about the last thing you are, and about you do good, but you get only hatred, - all the truth, but not about me, but you say it! Harry's voice finally heard that fatigue, after which such scenes usually ended, Harry suddenly froze and settled, and then he, who had already prudently felled and abandoned his instrument behind his back, immediately picked up the box, grabbed Harry himself and, muttering apology, squeezed into the gateway on the Dubnes, where Harry and Harry and the same end and the same end and the same end and the same thing ended Tears are a conversation, and they did not work on that day anymore. Then for about a week, and sometimes Harry suffered for ten days, and behaved well, and clapped one of the leaders quietly, and to whom loudly, stretching out his whole body and knocked on the box of his tail, and it was important not to miss the moment when the applause became too energetic, which Harry awarded some hasty soldier who threw a quarter of the economic token, or a stubborn durable. The old man who did not come to camp agitators out of pure fear of changes and ready to pour the street musician a handful of rational sublimate, which many were now gone to chew from morning to night so that there was no empty in his mouth. Too vigorous applause meant that it was time to warnly say: “Harry!”, Or “Harry! You promised me! ”, Or something else, and it is better to turn the shirts so easy and slow down for a couple of days. These couple of days Harry will mainly lie and silently scratch or sleep almost soundly, chewing the tip of his blanket in a dream; He will wake up as a hangover - broken, gloomy, hungry - but by the morning of the next day he will come to his senses, and you can return to play outside. Yes, to make a couple of days of the break in such cases would be smarter than all, it was only very difficult to give these non-filled days in a dark raw apartment: when you do not play, you think a lot. Therefore, almost every time he hoped that there was still a little time, that Harry would roll only tomorrow or even the day after tomorrow - and in front of you there is a hissing, fragile, like a rolled turret, an old woman, and a hand with a number tinkles rings right in front of your nose. He thought that Harry's cries became weaker and, or, more formal, he knew that now Harry would go to weak, sluggish phrases, always the same: “A person plays before you ... A person does not ask for alms, but playing - you can alms. You can alms, but you can’t. Do you know where he played? You would not be allowed. Am I ungrateful? And this is you ... you are ungrateful. You say all this better. You can’t alms! We must listen. He plays for you, violin, you have to get up to listen! It’s better not to put anything, but to listen, but you put and go! It is forbidden! It is forbidden!" This meant that it was time to grab the box and run, Harry would give himself to carry away, and would not break his hand with his claws, as it was for the first time (barely healed, and the doctor who wrote to him antibiotics was clearly annoyed that he had to spend antibiotics on such nonsense). He grabbed Harry under the tail of the back, and Harry buried himself in his shoulder exhaustingly and indifferently, and he had already begun to mutter his “prostitutibog” and “hezhkacrebenok”, and then the old woman, taking three steps forward, almost brought his nose to his nose, and then Harry poked in his back again, and Harry skipped him again and hung unexpectedness and pain, and here she said that these are nonhumans, directly and there are nonsense and only say like people, but these are cattle, creatures, bastards, yes, creatures, you won’t teach her, she will tell these new rules, she will tell the truth, creatures, creatures, there is no soul in them, and the Ases were from them, they all know all, and we should not say anything, and what they say, and what they say. Demons would probably also say, we would give them ourselves to eat, to occupy our land, our food is when people are in poverty? People know everything, she is old, she doesn’t care, she will say so: creatures, cattle, bastards, all of you have to be killed, and they will get over, wait for all, wait, people will understand everything and kill you, and you, an intelligent person, also feed, I’ll put a token and take you back now, give me at least something to me, this is my cup. Decide what you look at me?! He put Harry on the ground, with his back to the old woman, and took a plastic bag from jeans, where he poured everything from the plate to make out at home later. In the package, among other things, there were several households and one quarter of the token on soap and other hygiene. He really did not want to give a quarter of the token, in general, all this was unthinkable and somehow disgusting, he understood that he should now feel fair rage, hate this old woman, something terribly sharp to her to tell her this quarter, but only powerlessly began to rummage in the bag, so that it was already over. Harry hung on him, clinging to the sweater with all the limbs, stretching from this almost to his knees, and cried. Finally, he managed to pick out a to a damn piece of iron and handed the old woman with a sticking piece of hash, who was good, with whom it would be good to chat at all, threw it in a bowl a couple of hours ago, and who did not notice, his eyes were closed. She took the piece of iron, Hashish put him back, and tried to break the piece of iron with shaking, weak fingers into two octopuses. Her liquid waders, bright red along the entire length, but completely white at the roots, which were not once painted from the day of Ason, also trembled with small tremors, exactly the same as the sliding down now, which was now sliding lower and lower than Harry. “Give me,” he said, and broke the quarter himself. The old woman took one small piece of metal from him and threw it deep into the bushes.

9. too

[*] “We can also speak” (Arab.), Graffiti, hourly tower, Jaffa, Oct. 2021

To be continued.

1. Rahoy
2. Leaned
3. Trembling, 4. Eeeeeeeeee
5. The stepmother
6. But no, 7.