It was a typical summer day, as ordinary as everyone else, but remarkable in its own way. People lived their usual lives, they were in a hurry to where they were, all of them were only pathetic consumers of what the system produced, they were its pitiful appendages, they worked for it and prayed for it, but it doesn’t matter, I wanted to tell you a different story. A story full of humiliation, curses and tears of resentment.

From the endless gray stream of human mass, it was easy to notice it. He walked at a brisk pace, often looking around, looking at evil human snouts with an animal grin. It was a man of 17 years old, his name was Roma. Roma Perepyolkin. Although in fact no one ever called him by name, he was treated like a dog, and dogs must have a nickname. He had one too. If someone wanted something from him, then he had to whistle loudly and shout: “Husky, to the leg!” He had no choice but to do anything to go to the one who called, and the fearful dog to his master had to go. And he approached, approached and as if the dog looked into the emptiness with his sad eyes, eyes drowning in the abyss of ill-treatment of those around him ...

Usually he never goes outside, but today he and his father went to the forest to nature. Siply did not like his father, his father did not love him even more, and they both knew it, but did not speak on this subject. In nature, in the forest, it was in its own way pristinely beautiful, and only here did Siply feel like a part of the universe when he lay down in the grass, where he was not blinking at the black sun, warming everything with its rays, but not his.

“These mosquitoes, crocodiles are flying, fucked,” the father complained, “stay while you are here, I’m going to the car for the death.”

And he left, and Hoarse remained lying in the grass and waiting. My father opened the door, fiddled a bit, then got into the car, slamming the door loudly and drove off in an unknown direction, most likely home, and there was no other place to go, because today is a day off.

Siply abruptly stood up, looked at the receding silhouette of the car and his heart trembled. It was not far from the forest to the city, all I had to do was cross the bridge, then go through the whole city, because they lived almost on the edge, away from the crooked human views, piercing through his miserable essence, away from the neighbors' angry utterances to his parents. They thought that by hiding from everyone, they would thus hide from the malicious smiles of rotten people, but they were wrong; they cannot escape from fate. She will always pursue her master on the heels of his entire life, pursue just as Siplyu is always pursued by failures and beatings from his peers, not like him, such as he could not exist in nature in general, only occasionally she it sends such a miracle to the general enjoyment of people, so that it is not so boring to live, so that there is someone to humiliate and over whom to laugh.

The hoarse got up, he recovered, he could not cry and therefore he did not cry, shook off sticky dirt, grass and insects, looked at the sky with his sad eyes hoping to find what he was here for, but for some reason didn’t find anything there, breathed fresh and clean from the reigning injustice of the air of the virgin forest, and went towards the house. There his mother was waiting for him, the only person who so faithfully loves his worthless offspring.

He has already passed through the bridge. Thus he completed the first test of his mission. Ahead there was the worst, to go through the city, as quickly as possible and unnoticed ...

But he is already slowly, but not confidently passing the city. There is a lot of danger for him in this word, he understands it and therefore he is scared, scary as ever, more precisely, always when he finds himself alone on the street. From the endless gray stream of human mass, it was easy to notice it.He walked at a brisk pace, often looking around, looking at evil human snouts with an animal grin. And he was noticed.

Hoarse passed through a small courtyard when it happened. A stocky, wiry guy was sitting in the gazebo with some girl, they smoked and drank beer, which made cruelty awake. And suddenly, from where not to take it, he appeared ... no, not "into the mouth ebis", ... appeared hoarse, and then it was possible to disrupt all the anger accumulated in den. All the same, sometimes happiness comes to a person, so it looked in on a visit to a young couple, fairly heated by a joint and dissolved in a beer vessel.

- Uh, hey, hear the mudlo, go fuck here, I told someone, - called for a pleasant conversation

Fuzzy, this guy, - what are you, uh, faster son of a bitch.

Run was useless, because you can not run away from fate. He approached them on his shaking legs, stopped about two meters from the executioner boy, apparently for the distance.

- Well, what the fuck did you become, come here, to me, sharper, damn.

The hoarse came closer and meekly, like a dog begging for mercy, began to look into his eyes, for which he immediately received a powerful blow to the face backlash.

“Why did you hatched on me, you jerk, look at the ground when people talk to you, understand no,” the executioner yelled at him, and then struck a second crushing blow to the fucking area, causing Siply immediately somehow clumsily fell near the girl’s legs hangman

“Well, fuck you fell apart, shit, get up, get up, I said, bitch fucking,” the executioner swore loudly and gesticulated hard with his huge and powerful handles that brought death, then threw an unfinished cigarette at him and hit the third time on the head, with legs, giving a chance to rest your mighty hands.

Hoarse got up, got up as fast as he once did in the forest. His head was already hurting from the blows, blood was oozing from the nose and from the lips, and he was choking in it, but from childhood he was used to beatings, tried not to notice it.

- Answer me, what is your name, - the executioner demanded, - and to the ground, Look to EARTH.

“Roma,” he answered, his voice shaking with fear.

The next blow did not keep himself waiting, he fell again, but he got up himself, quickly as it should, and lowered his eyes to the ground, because he was told to do so.

- To whom you pizdish, bitch, this is not your real name, but the real name “hoarse” to you, or you forgot, I can refresh my memory !!!

“Don't, I remembered,” the beaten man whispered softly.

- It's good that I remembered. And why are you not at home, not in your hole, you must live like a dog in a kennel, eat what they bring and do what they say.

He had nothing to answer to this, because in fact it was in fact and he only silently continued to stare stupidly at the ground, dripping on it with his dog blood, which caused a small red lake to form under his feet.

It was like a lake, because grass pierced through it and stretched to the sky, grass in which Siply loved so much to soak up.

- And what are you dressed up like a schmuck. You are not ashamed to live, you are not ashamed to just trample on the land, you have not put up a fuck with anyone, you bastard Your poor ancestors, how they suffer from you, but on the other hand, on which they fought, they ran into it. When they fucked to give you life, they were in a strong drunken stupor, the only way to explain the futility of your miserable existence. You are a freak, you know, a moral freak, and if you die, then no one will even notice, as if you are not and have not been at all. Do you know why you will die? You do not know, yes, but I know. All people are like people, everyone will ever die, notice, die, unlike you, and you will die, remember, you will die like a stray dog, because a dog is a dog's death. And no one, no one will ever remember about you, because there is no need to feel sorry for the homeless creatures, get rid of them, always get rid of them, thereby clearing the land of any fall, which you are, brute, - having finished this lyrical digression, the executioner abruptly rises from the bench and with force ...