Читать книгу Erk and some kind of a book - Innokenty Mamontov - Страница 8

Slowly walking through the winding streets, I thought:

“I just have to be sure that I have a house where I live here. Hmm… I have to! When it is necessary to do something – I don’t want to do it. And you know, why? Because you have to! So it is not necessary to be confident about the house. Then what? Strange… Seriously, it is strange… How?..”

Then I stopped, opened the bottle with a drink and sipped:

“Hmm, tastes good! It looks like an orange strawberry juice: a bit salty, but with the small sweet strawberry pieces”.

Then I went back and tried to imagine the house again:

“If I succeed, it’s good, if not – not bad, too. There is no need to be sure. Good or bad – is it necessary? Everything is easy, everything is fine! What is good probably will be awesome. Oh, what a nonsense is it! I feel great right now. And here, not even knowing where exactly, I’m fine. And if I’m fine now, then I have a house I live in. My cozy home, it is making me feel good, not sad.”

Suddenly I started to see my house in my mind. I saw it from all the sides, imagined I enter the front door, felt like I was lying on the couch. I passed into the kitchen and felt the smell of delicious cakes. I went out on the terrace and felt the ocean breeze. I went into the back yard: they were large and small bushes with strange fruits and berries. Under a beautiful canopy stood a table and four chairs: they were all different, decorated with bows, as though they were a fairytale princess, decorating them. I sat down and felt like I poured some tea and drank it, I felt the tea flavor and taste.

Then I took a sip of juice and thought about other matters.

“Hmm… Why had I imagined that the chairs were decorated by some princess? – A thought came to my mind. – Aw, come on! Let it be as it is! I know it will be good as it is now,” – I smiled to myself, thinking about going the right way to my home.

I walked with confidence, knowing where I was going, and did not allow myself to think, that I’m walking the wrong way. Suddenly I recalled the meeting with the Scarecrows, not the exact moment of meeting them, but the thing, that Cat knows my name, I had no idea, how could he, we hadn’t had any introduction.