Match

Match

Match

Match

— Grandfather, you all bubbles?! – When an old man rushes in a hut near him, then he yells at a man dressed in a trendy dress

Coat.

— Excuse me, — He quietly apologized, but the man did not ask for forgiveness, and he closed his teeth, grabbed the old man from his lapel and shook him almost.

— You got me jeans.

— Excuse me, — Old man again apologized. – Head spinning.

— So go to the wall and do not go in the crowd! – They beat the man, go to his lap and push the old man to one side. He flew a few steps away, and unable to cope with his balance, fell under the ground, a young man who spread out in the flower bed and stirred up the irritability.. – Ship wreck.

— Get off it! – The old man pressed his head in his shoulders, when he heard another scream beside him, but then he raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw that a crazy girl was flying over the man and with his brow he quietly Was saying something to him.

— OK OK. Crazy fucking, — Dissolving in the crowd, beat the man. The old man swooped on the girl and smiled, who extended her hand and helped her get up..

— You are fine? – Asking the girl, removing a loose strand behind the ear.

— Yes, honey All right Do not hold feet already. LIES like a burning matchbox, — The old man slowly laughed, brushing his coat of dust and small pebbles.

— Interesting comparison, — Deliberately threw the girl, and then waved his hand. – Do you want anything else?

— No, thanks for helping. If at least one person helped, then the world is not so bad., — Old smiled. – I am in need of the bank on the other side of the road. I will go myself.

— to spend.

— If you insist.

They gradually moved towards traffic light, which was just waiting to turn the red light and stop the condensate stream of people. The old man was scorched, his wrinkled face replaced the hot sun, and the girl paused and patted her lower lip. Finally he moaned and turned towards the satellite and asked a question.

— Why match??

— Excuse me? – He was shocked.

— Match You compared yourself to a match, but you need to try to break the match..

— You are really interested?

— For some reason, too much, — Smiling girl smiling. – All equals, while we stand and wait for green.

— Match also waiting for the signal, — The old man said softly, took out a match by taking out boxes from his coat pocket. – We are very similar to them..

Match

Match— Grandfather, you all bubbles?! – When an old man rushes in a hut near him, then he yells at a man dressed in a trendy dress

Coat.

— Excuse me, — He quietly apologized, but the man did not ask for forgiveness, and he closed his teeth, grabbed the old man from his lapel and shook him almost.

— You got me jeans.

— Excuse me, — Old man again apologized. – Head spinning.

— So go to the wall and do not go in the crowd! – They beat the man, go to his lap and push the old man to one side. He flew a few steps away, and unable to cope with his balance, fell under the ground, a young man who spread out in the flower bed and stirred up the irritability.. – Ship wreck.

— Get off it! – The old man pressed his head in his shoulders, when he heard another scream beside him, but then he raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw that a crazy girl was flying over the man and with his brow he quietly Was saying something to him.

— OK OK. Crazy fucking, — Dissolving in the crowd, beat the man. The old man swooped on the girl and smiled, who extended her hand and helped her get up..

— You are fine? – Asking the girl, removing a loose strand behind the ear.

— Yes, honey All right Do not hold feet already. LIES like a burning matchbox, — The old man slowly laughed, brushing his coat of dust and small pebbles.

— Interesting comparison, — Deliberately threw the girl, and then waved his hand. – Do you want anything else?

— No, thanks for helping. If at least one person helped, then the world is not so bad., — Old smiled. – I am in need of the bank on the other side of the road. I will go myself.

— to spend.

— If you insist.

They gradually moved towards traffic light, which was just waiting to turn the red light and stop the condensate stream of people. The old man was scorched, his wrinkled face replaced the hot sun, and the girl paused and patted her lower lip. Finally he moaned and turned towards the satellite and asked a question.

— Why match??

— Excuse me? – He was shocked.

— Match You compared yourself to a match, but you need to try to break the match..

— You are really interested?

— For some reason, too much, — Smiling girl smiling. – All equals, while we stand and wait for green.

— Match also waiting for the signal, — The old man said softly, took out a match by taking out boxes from his coat pocket. – We are very similar to them..

— what?

— Matching outside the box is always strong, as if all the problems are on their shoulders. Of course, the boxes are weak and thin, broken or without head, but are still normal. Normal and a fire will burn in a wild forest, and some will help to make some glue together, and they will simply give the prepared image a special chic., — Old smiled. – But some matches do not use, except the box. They settle in their pockets or are simply thrown away when the need for them has vanished or it was not at all.

Such matches are snuffed, torn, their head is lost, and face becomes wood, none of which can grow. But those who are lucky, they burn the fire. Fire, which is produced in an indiscriminate flash, illuminates the darkness with light and its heat is like the sun. The fire burns evenly and brightly, and the sides of the match shine with heat. This young man, for which I had discomfort, is exactly the same match. His fire is shiny and he feels that he will burn forever. He is proud that his flame can be seen from a distance, it is not tremble yet. But over time, any burnt match starts to burn slowly.

The head goes down, blackness grows slowly in those places where there was only recently a fort. Fire also decreases. It becomes brittle and loose. They start to scare. They are scared of other matches, whose flame burns evenly and brighterly. They are scared that their own fire will come out and their heads will touch the ground if life’s breeze is very strong..

— And when the fire is extinguished? – The girl asked quietly. When she went in front of an ugly lady in front of her in a simple dress, and went aside with the old man. The light of the traffic lights became red again, but the girl did not see anything other than a match in the hands of an old man. He hit his head on the grater and was waiting for the match to burn, put it on the palm, dotted with fine wrinkles.

— The match becomes very brittle. A move and it crumbles, — The old man said, by pressing his palm. – Only black dust remains, which nobody will miss in a moment.

— There is no other way?

— Yes, but the way of a completely burnt match is better than the other., — Sadly, the old man nodded, pulled out a new match. They lit it, and then, bringing it on my lips, scorched a blaze and extinguished it..

– The fire comes out, and there is no time to gain strength. And again, by breaking the black color, uncut wood is replaced, — The old man broke the match with sharp movement and broke it. Around somewhere, the tires were rattling and there was a shock, but the girl saw the hands of her partner.. – And sometimes the match breaks just because he was sure about his strength..

Only units are burnt again and few of them are recaptured, who remember. We came, honey Thank you.

— what? – The girl was shocked, and then opened her eyes in surprise when she saw that she was standing with an old man on the other side of the road and the bank’s door could be seen nearby. – Hmm When we managed to cross the road?

— Obviously you are very excited about the conversation, — The old man smiled and shook his head, shaking the hands of the timid girl with a dry palm. – Thank you for not passing through the almost burnt match and not letting it go out. Your fire will burn for a long time, believe me. Especially, it will be very bright when another match matches with you. It’s hard to put it out. But this is all the old philosophy. Who needs it??

— Anybody needs… Thank you, — The girl replied quietly. He turned and turned towards traffic lights, then turned fast, but the old man disappeared, as if he had never.

There was still a broken match on the pavement with a black head and a fully burnt black dust. The first blow to the wind…

© Hector Schultz

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