Your bad luck has rubbed off on me, man!” That little pup has to learn about life’s pleasures.”Īnd as it happens so often at Sevan, the colors and weather around them changed instantly – the wind blew harder and the rain started dripping, then pouring on them, like from a bucket. When I catch one, I’ll give it to my son at the shore and tell him to smash its head against a rock. Very quickly, clouds gathered above them. Who has ever caught any trout on a lure at this time of the year here?” “If you’d asked for crayfish, things would have been different. Time passed, but the fishing rods remained unmoved, the trout was not biting. They lit their cigarettes, Sargis was slowly rowing the boat ahead. Hambo looked up and put on a cap – the sun was burning down. They cast the fishing rods into the lake. “If I see when I am back that you’ve behaved like a big boy, I’ll take you for a ride.” As soon as anyone tried to snatch it off, he would start screaming and throw a massive tantrum. It had been two years that he would not take that cap off, it would be on his head all the time. “Did you hit that kid? Where’s the toy? Does he still have it? What kind of a boy are you, how can you expect me to take you along?”Īrthur looked up at his cap, then hung his head low again. “Daddy, daddy, will you take me with you?” His daughters rushed up to him, dressed in their normal city clothes. “Rain, in this weather? Do you see a single cloud up there?” “It’s going to rain,” Sargis said, looking at the blazing sun. That mule would never get it, that’s for sure, all she cares about is exposing her ass to everyone.”įortunately, Sargis from the neighboring village arrived just in time with his inflatable motorboat.
Nobody appreciates how hard I work, I have to put food on the table and clothes on their backs, but nobody gets it. It was still nowhere near swimming weather, and he muttered to himself, “A guy can’t even sit at home and relax one day. There was nobody around yet, except for the parents of that useless bespectacled kid, sitting far away. He had given his wife a good battering the previous day and, as an attempt at peacemaking, had brought them to Lake Sevan on this hot spring day. There wasn’t a shred of cloud above the lake. The spring sun was blazing, blinding, burning. I don’t want to see any of you strutting around like that!” “What? You’ve stripped them, too? Damn you! Take them back in with you. His gaze landed on his daughters playing near the shore. He stretched out his hand to his side, grabbing the bottle of vodka from the folding table. I’m going to make a man of this pup, although your dirty blood is contaminating his roots.” Back from prison, he spent all day teaching me things. “My father would always say ‘Hit first, don’t think.’ Might is right,” Hambo said to his wife’s receding figure. She was wearing a pink turtleneck above the sundress to cover the bruises on her neck and arms.
His wife adjusted the scarf that was partly covering her face, concealing the bruise beneath her eye, as she turned and left. Why don’t you expose your face to everyone too, the way you rush to bare your legs? Go back and put on some normal clothes, you shameless slut.” “Looks like yesterday’s lesson wasn’t enough for you. “Don’t you talk back to me! Since when have you grown shameless enough to comment on what I say, you bitch?” Hambo shouted back at her, then lifted his eyes and suddenly took in his wife’s appearance. “Why don’t you leave him alone? We’re here for some fresh air, there’s no need for trouble.” Six-year-old Arthur rocked on the heels of his feet and seemed unsure as he walked towards the little boy playing in the sand some 20 meters away. Aren’t you my boy? If anyone says anything to you, don’t think, just hit them.”
Hit him so hard he bleeds, he’ll give it to you then.
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