A brownie lives in our house. Indeed, what is strange - the house has a Master. He will fulfill his duties with the zeal inherent in all the house. Sometimes it's not immediately clear what our brownie wants to say. But he comes to people only when some shocks await the family. He's not scary, no! He warns.
Personally, he comes to me as a cat. Like many mothers, my personal time starts at 22:00. Children and households are asleep. You can work in silence, read a book or tie. Toward midnight, the Boss begins to walk along the corridor. A black cat - if troubles await us ahead, a white cat means something pleasant is coming. And the other day he came as a huge gray cat.
I was even confused. Previously, our brownie did not make such omens. And therefore, not the most rosy guesses swarmed in my head until the morning.
And in the morning my cousin, Sergei, called. He urgently needed to go to our city on business, well, and asked for a post in a related way. I must say right away that my cousin is a slippery and envious person. Looks like smiling, looking into your eyes. He tells stories from his life. And behind his back he will tell his relatives what was and what was not. He developed such a manner of communication since childhood. And therefore, brother, is a habitual and inevitable evil. One thing calmed me down, asked my dear relative to stay for just a week. They took shelter.
The next night, our Master began to drive the uninvited guest out of the house. To make the guest more comfortable, we have allocated a separate room for him. And here is my long-awaited "personal time"! I plunged into the text of the next article. Closer to 1 am:
- Sister, - Sergei's voice came from the doorway, - there is something wrong with you at home! Some devilry!
- In terms of? - I did not understand.
- I just started to fall asleep, - continued the cousin, - I hear someone jumped to his feet. I think it's probably a cat. At first I didn't want to wake up, I decided that the cat would lie down next to me and sleep. And it doesn't fit! Trample and trample! I opened my eyes - and there was no one at my feet, not a single cat. He began to fall asleep again. Then something on my chest: Jump! I open my eyes, something dark rushed from the bed. The dream vanished as if by hand. What was that?
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I reassured my relative as I could (completely dishonestly slandering my cats). Yes, I have three cats and a cat, all bright red - my Scythian Gold, an untouchable gold reserve. They already live on friendly terms with the brownie. With great difficulty, at three in the morning, I managed to send my cousin to bed.
The first thing I saw in the kitchen in the morning was Sergei: black circles under his eyes and a cup of coffee in his hand.
- What, I ask, did not sleep at all?
“No,” the cousin replied angrily. - It's definitely not a cat! You do as you want, but cats do not behave like that!
- How? - I was surprised.
- It's something shaggy and woolen, it walked on me all night! As soon as I begin to fall asleep, it will settle down on my neck - do not breathe, then on my chest. On my feet, as I stomped on the boulevard! During the night I smoked a pack of cigarettes out of fear! And in the morning I remembered that my deceased grandmother taught in childhood: “If a brownie comes to you at night and plays pranks, ask - For good or for worse? He will definitely answer you!"
- Well, - I say, - asked?
- Yeah, asked. And he exhaled right into my ear: "Go away!"
How! My brownie never allowed himself such rudeness. With no one. Well, I think, wait, shaggy-woolen, I'll ask you for arbitrariness! Look what you've invented! And then a thought literally crystallized in my brain:
- Seryog, why did you come to the city?
- Well, this …, - the relative hesitated, - Daddy sells your house … so we … this … my wife and I decided to buy it. What ?! Inexpensive like asking! And we will finally get out of our village to the city to live.
In addition to his wife, Serega has four other schoolchildren in the family.
- Seryozha, and you will buy a house from him, where will he live? He has no other place to live!
- Well I do not know. Why won't you let him in? You have a big house, let it live out!
Oh, how right my brownie turned out to be, expelling the hypocrite brother from the house! No, I won't. I wrote about the reasons for my persistent unwillingness to mess with daddy in the article "Dad walked up …" My brother left home in the morning, he has nowhere else to stay in the city - Serega is even less friends with other relatives than with me. I look forward to continuing …