Идиот
Зачем я это сделал,- думал идиот, - что мне мешало жить спокойно и пребывать в своём идиотизме до конца?
Once upon a time there was an idiot. One day he wanted to look at the world that surrounds him. He lifted his heavy eyelids, because he never lifted them. When, nevertheless, he opened, with difficulty, of course, his left eye, he realized that there were people next to him. Someone loiters, someone runs, someone reads a newspaper, puffing on white lambs. Everyone is moving and scurrying back and forth, someone generally stands still. What's the catch, I don't understand, thought the fool and was punished. He opened his "eyes" and was punished for this. Nobody allowed him to do this, but he did. They laughed at him to tears. This was a new and little-studied phenomenon for him. He opened his eyes, but forgot how to speak instantly, apparently one was compensated by the other. So he walked in the darkness, trying to close his eyes again and learn to speak. He evoked a mixture of euphoria, madness and fear in everyone.
Why did I do this, the idiot thought, what prevented me from living in peace and being in my idiocy to the end?
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