Happiness with bitterness
the Tail does not hang like a lifeless rope, it is constantly twitching from side to side. This is a signal of a rapid change of mood. The signal can be easily understood, the dog was angry, then his tail sticks up, twitches-and the dog barks.
& nbsp;However, & nbsp; the dog is not too annoying. Everything can & nbsp; be the object of her attention.She stops dumbfounded in front of a magpie sitting on a Bush, makes a stand in the most ordinary place, or, sniffing, begins to bark, driving away an invisible opponent.
& nbsp; its emotions can be easily caught by the way it barks. He squeals ingratiatingly if he expects food or affection from his master, barks cheerfully at a flock of sparrows, and cries out in amazement without any reason at all, probably from an inner thought. Always in a hurry, she needs to see, hear, know. I & nbsp; see her & nbsp; daily. The owner lets her go from the yard early in the morning. Why he needs it is beyond me, But the dog has a good character, he is kind and not too annoying.
& nbsp; the Dog seems to me very similar to one charming lady.& nbsp; She also likes to dress bright, colorful, and just always busy with various unpredictable things.& nbsp; her passion is theater. She criticizes Actresses with fervor: she is stupid and clumsy, too fat, this one has a squeaky and weak voice, the third, apparently, is deaf.
& nbsp;she is passionately interested in men on the stage. In them, as a rule, she finds no flaws.This one is young, handsome, and slender; the other is aristocratic, cold, and sensible; the third has an unusually beautiful velvety voice.
& nbsp;However, her ratings depend heavily on the nature of the role. He is sensitive to what the actor puts into the role, but it transfers the role to the person.& nbsp; She seems to be looking at the suit, whether the suit fits well on it.
she does not look at me, I am not worth her attention. I'm not an artist, just an ordinary person. I am as familiar as a frying pan in the kitchen or a cupboard standing against the wall-there is, and thank God, well, good!
& nbsp;Sometimes she leaves me on the street and a flood of emotions spills over me. Like any woman, she is aware of all the local news, but gradually it all comes down to high passions:
- Have you been to the theater? When? What did you watch? to me, NN & nbsp; plays perfectly. As he this KK reprimanded for a jacket that she bought. Doll by doll. Her blouse fits perfectly, but she's such a fool...
and then one day I saw her with a handsome imposing man.& nbsp; middle-Aged, but you can't help paying attention to him. In the crowd he stands out among others & nbsp; clothing, solidity and subtle courtesy, if you happen to be in front of him on the way . When they saw me, they stopped for a moment, but checked themselves and passed on, bowing and smiling affably. The woman was glowing with happiness.
& nbsp;Meeting her after a few days, I learned a lot.& nbsp; he is an assistant Director in a small & nbsp; theater. We have several theater groups in the city. Interesting person. You can talk to him endlessly.
"When I started talking to him about KK, he laughed. And he told me all about her. Everything he knows. However, the entire troupe knows about it.
"I was delighted," she continued, " and he was surprised at my insight. When I gave her an unflattering characterization, he agreed. It turns out that he had been on friendly terms with her for a long time, but they had recently fallen out. She has quite a lot of fans, everyone is Curling like flies around a saucer of honey. She, this KK....
I learned the latest news from the life of the theater & nbsp; team.
- how do I know everything? I know a lot about his theater, too. I was at his theater. He wanted to take me into his company, but I am decidedly not a match for the texture. Then, you know, you have to learn the role, say the same thing, and I absolutely can not get Used to the image, start the role of the same phrase. In the same role, in the same costume... No, it's not mine
& nbsp; Events suddenly began to develop rapidly. The assistant Director disappeared, but a son was born.& nbsp; Nice boy. He is now two years old. Alive, beautiful, like all children at his age.& nbsp; the Mother is happy.
& nbsp; What will he be, I think. & nbsp; an Actor? A poet? An artist?
- What a clever my Romuald! she says to me. I'm saving money, I want to buy a piano.& nbsp; My Romulik bulet musician. That's what VV told me, he's a musician.
& nbsp;What can you say, the fate of a lonely middle-aged woman is not easy. But it also sometimes comes ordinary human happiness.
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