pain and resentment. This thought struck me ever more aggressively and prompted me to act when I got to the pharmacy. Not daring to go inside, I passed by. Then he returned and resolutely entered the spacious corridor with a wide window. After standing for a minute, he pushed the door firmly and entered. The chemist stood behind the counter. He saw the boy who had come in, and asked: – What, Valik, what happened to Mamma? – he looked carefully at my tear- stained face, waiting for an answer. Tears crushed me, I could not answer. The apothecary came out from behind the counter and came up to me.
– You know; you tell me everything in order. I can give you medicine, what you need, I’ll give you something, and then I’ll bring the money. Good?
I nodded, in agreement, saying:
Do you have a cure for evil? – And looked inquiringly at the apothecary.
He did not understand at first that I asked. Then he jumped to his feet, turning away from me, obviously hiding a smile, quickly became behind the counter of the pharmacy, pretending that he was looking for a cure for evil. A little later, he lifted his head from the glass shelf with medicines, said: «And what’s the matter with you that you came for medicines against evil?» – And gave me a paper napkin, so I wiped away my tears and blew my nose. Wiping myself with a napkin, I answered:
«Yes, all evil, mother, Nyuska. And even my grandmother cannot protect me. Mother as mad, and her Nyuska always barks like shook on a chain, against me, like that bitch, from and all. – Slosh again ran from my eyes, breathing sweated. The apothecary, in order to hide the tears that had fallen on his eyes, quickly turned away towards the back room, and said in a dull voice:
– Wait, I’ll bring the medicine from evil soon. – And the utility room disappeared behind the door. After a while he returned, holding in his hand two round packets of pills.
– This is a pill from evil. We will take it after meals three times a day.
I was delighted and accepted the medicine with gratitude. In my heart I felt warm and happy that my escape from the house was so easily solved, and there is no longer any desire to escape anywhere, I jumped out of the pharmacy. Lenya Ochkolyas passed by. At twenty meters he fell behind his mother, who was ahead.
– And are you a Valik?
– Do not you see that it’s me? I answered him.
– What did you do in the pharmacy?
– Thus I bought a cure for evil.
– There is no such medicine. – Authoritatively stated Ochkolyas.
– You look! – I solemnly showed him two packages.
It’s glucose. – Without batting an eyelid, answered Lenya.
I did not know yet what glucose is. But there was no escape, and I asked:
– And what is it? Glue, glucose?
– And let me show you.
– On. – I gave Lena a bag. He busily unfolded it, took out one large pill and put it in his mouth. Then he took out another one. Stretching to me, he said:
– Take it, try it. They are sweet and very tasty.
«Lyonya,» her mother called to Lenya. «How long will I wait for you?» Well, ka runs to me. I’ll take you on a bum.
Ochkolyas with a half- eaten packet rushed to his mother, forgetting to return it to me. But I already did not care. Again deception and disappointment. The pharmacist gave ordinary glucose for the medicine. But where can I understand the trick of the pharmacist, because this glucose, as a cure for evil, helped me to recover from the grievances and get myself back to normal. I gave a new impetus to training self- control in stressful situations in the future and helped me to realize that we need to weigh our actions and actions in order to keep calm and self- control…
– I would take him to us. Very sorry for the boy.
– No. Why do I always have to bring you back to our field of vibrations?
– I remember our tasks here. I remember that there will not be one, there will not be you, the same will happen to me.
– Remember we are not alone on Earth and we, like this defenseless boy, have many enemies here.
– And where is it to CHDCU (Coalition of Highly Developed Civilizations of the Universe) look, ah, commander? – The voice sounds ironic.
Chapter 5
I urgently needed a friend, a sincere, strong adviser, who would replace my father. To be with a friend always and everywhere together, to feel his protection and support, is not this happiness. Such a friend did not have.
One day from Pereyaslav Khmelnitsky came to my grandmother her nephew Uncle Kolya, the son of her brother Gregory. He was on a business trip in Kiev and drove to us with a mission from Grandfather Gregory to send a letter to my grandmother. In a letter, Grandfather Grigoris invited my grandmother to come to visit, referring to the fact that because of his sores he cannot start on trips. My grandmother responded by dictating my mother a reply message, in which she promised that she would definitely get out and leave when she was ready for the trip. Uncle Kolya was busy with me all day, playing ball. And after dinner we go with him to the park. There, along the avenue of ancient lime trees, planted since the time of the sugar plant Tereshchenko, we observed the way of the ants. As these toilers, moving one after another, dragged on themselves, who a piece of the stem of grass, who is a tiny leaf, and who is a fragment of a black wing of a beetle. Uncle Kolya, while walking with me park, told me different stories in which heroes were bold and courageous travelers who overcome adversities that met in their path. I was interested with him. And how I regretted having spent the night with us, he left early in the morning.
Loneliness was sweeping the wave, suppressing the spiritual impulses to the beautiful vision of the World. Everything seemed gloomy, unfriendly, and hostile. It is especially painful in the moments of not understanding by children, relatives and relatives, and I have invented loyal friends for myself. So my friend became a penknife, which helped to create from cut twigs real «swords» or «guns», which I fought with evil nettles, feeling at this moment strong and brave.
Perovny knife gave me a cousin of Volodya. He was the son of Aunt Kelly, my mother’s sister. He graduated from an agricultural technical school in the field of horticulture, and his mother invited him to clip the apple trees in our garden. The knife was horticultural for cutting cuttings when chips were sliced. At the end of the blade there was a special protrusion for opening the incision of the bark, and very sharp. I also had a colored glass, blue – blue, in which the world appeared in such blue colors as in a movie, and the birds, and leaves in it, and grass and sky, everything was blue. And the sky during the day seemed as it was at night. Only the sun, as bright as ever, and look at it through the blue glass is as painful as without a glass. Still my friend was a cockerel. He walked proudly around the yard. His multi- colored tail developed in the wind, attracting the attention of layers. Cocky had a good fight. And although I was rather afraid of him, I considered the cockerel to be my friend, because he was never gentle and was always bullying me. Sometimes, spread the wing, and sideways – sideways approaching, bellicose crying like a turkey. I scare the
