Cruelty
The little man, cut from thin plywood, just not like us. He had long legs in brown shoes. Feet dangling over short cogs and all the while trembling like man going to dance. With his left hand he held the violin to his shoulder, and the right to hold the bow. To bow was tied rope. When she pulled over, man began to drive the bow across the violin, but the music did not work. Round brown collar and buttons adorned his suit, painted bright blue paint. On his head sticking out from the cap glued brush. Eyebrow he did not, and must therefore all his pale round face with a frozen expression on it wistful sadness seemed to us an ugly and ridiculous.
Sonia long considered him and twisted his legs.
- I do not like it - finally she said, - I will never play it, and you do not play.
She touched his brush and ran it himself on his lips. I did not know, I like the man or not, but, accustomed to obeying Sonya, who was older than me by two years and have attended school, she said she also did not want to play with him.
- See how, even with a violin - Sonia continued and pulled the rope.
The little man waved dutifully bow, and the bow went on violin. That quickly, then slowly. Back - forth, back - forward. It seemed to me that the man wanted to tell us something. His big blue eyes looked so attentively and promised so many movements have been carefully, gently, a little bow as well have flown over the violin - ah, the man knew how to play! Another minute - and we would hear music.
- Pike opened his mouth, and do not hear that sings - evil handed Sonya and struggled pulled the rope.
Hand man froze again held the bow across the violin, then dropped the bow, and the hand stretched out and hanging along the trunk.
- Yeah - shouted Sonia - is it on purpose!
And strongly, as well as all that she did, Sonya tossed the man on the floor.
She said that we should punish him: he would lie on the floor, and we will go and attack him on his feet, on purpose, did not seem to see it. And we all did as she said.
We liked to be cruel. Once in the country Sonia catch more beautiful dragonfly. I brought the scissors and ... - she wanted to escape and fly away! And we made wings out of paper and sewed them to her. We wanted to know whether the dragonfly heart, and pierced through her needle. Dragonfly was still alive, paper wings slightly moved.
- Now you do not fly - we said and threw a dragonfly. On the ground, shone already nobody needs, the rugged wings so well recently shone in the sun. I picked up a piece of the wing for the first time noticed it thin cells.
We loved to be cruel. His toys we felt alive and hurt punish those who for some reason did not like us. We beat them, they were afraid of us. We were pleased to know that the world is small, weak creatures - is even smaller and weaker than us - and it is possible with impunity to do whatever you want with them.
And with the little man in the blue suit, we also acted brutally. He was lying on the cold floor with a sore hand, and stood beside the bed where slept our favorite doll Larissa. We are torn away from the cap brush to brush away the dust from her puppet of the table, and threw the bow somewhere in the corner. But I did not dare to step on his long legs: I am confused big blue eyes man, gazing at me in surprise.
PINKERE
Sonia was at school, and I was sitting in the doll corner, trying to make a hole in the tail of the gutta-percha parrot rattles. Inside these parrots are hidden white pea, from which we Sonya cooked pea soup for our Bears. Teddy bear sitting next to me on the plu waiting for soup. Previously, he had a tongue and a shiny black nose. Now soiled his nose and shed, and the tongue is lost, but still we loved more than any other Bear toys and everyday soups prepared for him.
father came up to me. He bent down, picked up the plywood and the man asked sadly:
- Why he was lying on the floor?
- We do not want to play it. He's bad. We punished him.
- For what?
- So. He's not handsome.
Father stared at me:
- Ugly? Do you know who this is? It's ... Pinker. He and now you do not like?
- No, - I answered.
Father is gone. He took with him bear and man in the blue suit.
In the evening, Sonya, as always, came to his father. I learned a new song and have wanted to sing it, but saw his father on the forehead deep wrinkles. Sonia noticed it even before I did, went to Dad's desk and began there a small hole in the table. We've always poked her when his father was angry with us. On the table, leaning his head to the ink, it is very conveniently located man with a broken arm, stretching the entire length of the legs in brown shoes. Sonia saw him, raised his eyebrows and looked at his father. The father took the man and put him on top of his thumb.
- I am dissatisfied with you, girl. You hurt Pinker.
- Pinkere?! - surprise whispered Sonia.
- Yes. So the name of our guest, good clever musician. You met him so bad. I feel ashamed in front of it for you.
Father looked at us, and we were silent, not knowing what to say.
- Where did he come from? - I finally asked.
- This is a fairytale! - Suddenly I realized Sonya.- new tale, Dad, huh?
Father sighed sadly.
- Sit down, girls, now I'll explain everything.
Since then, every night my father told us about this Pinker.
Here's what we learned.
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