Rabbit Hole

In the evening he had a very strange dream that he died (it was before the day of his death), and the soul reincarnated into the body of a rabbit and he digs a hole under wormwood in a semi-desert, where from afar you can hear the cries of children calling each other: - "here!" and this simply intensifies the feeling of the most terrible fear of the semi-desert - TO BE CAUGHT! ...

For me, there are definitions that distinguish a semi-desert from a desert, if there is a saltwort between two thorns, then it is a semi-desert, if not, then it is a desert. Our story took place in a semi-desert, where between two thorns you can find not only saltwort, but also bitter wormwood, covering the rabbit hole. When you first get there, only with time do you begin to understand that there are a lot of them there - a lot, at least before this story that we will tell, and this story is no less bitter than wormwood.

Where on the horizon you can see signs of ponds drying up from the summer heat and a settlement of several clay houses, the children from these houses lived without worries and the rabbits too, yes, of course, before our story.

A few years ago, an old man appeared out of nowhere in this semi-desert - I will call him Mr. X, because no one remembered his name. Mr. X began to build a farm for rabbits, why? Well - no one knows either. And he surrounded his farm with barbed wire to protect it from predatory animals, and hung an announcement on the nearest settlements about a cash reward for each rabbit brought.

The children from the area organized a real rabbit hunt, and Mr. X deliberately "turned a blind eye" to it, because the children should also benefit from this project. Everyone thinks that they are Good-natured, especially our old man.

Months passed, and one day Mr. X received a letter, that is, two red letters. Opening the envelopes, he muttered his favorite phrase: "the whites get a blue letter!"

One letter was from the MRI (Medical Research Institute), and the other from the RC (maybe the Red Cross? - I don't know) even from the expression on his face when he read it, one could guess that the buyers refused, the project failed! ... Does such a thing happen? - Yes, of course! Sometimes fate plays a cruel joke)

And it seemed to him that this cycle of events had been going on for a millennium, since time immemorial, reincarnation determined the role, the armor of the conqueror pursuing the whip.

That evening he had a very strange dream that he died (it was before the day of his death), and his soul reincarnated into the body of a rabbit and he was digging a hole under wormwood in the semi-desert, from where the cries of children calling to each other could be heard from afar: - "here!" and this only intensified the feeling of the most terrible fear of the semi-desert - TO BE CAUGHT! ... With the only thought in his head -

"we must dig! faster and deeper!"..

Iltifat Heydarov
23-24.08.2020.