rastaman

    Rastaman , Rastaman ,

     Eyes stuck together   from dynamics music reached,  pink circles soared in a head , the body has crept away on an armchair in pleasant laziness. Before me in vague outlines of a smoke, has appeared are hairy the aged man, "image" was shaggy, barefoot and with a guitar on overweight.  He sang what that  ate an audible song, the motive of a melody seemed pleasant. From it smelt as sand and gashisham is was rastaman.    

     Rastaman trample down words of melodies, the ordinary of a grey life. They the hairy dirty tramps, the nearest descendants of hippie 60.  Sand, a guitar and a kind jamb is necessary to them only . New year in couple of days, the laptop attracts prompt of the blonde on a beach. To work not pret!! Phone, from that party a voice, a voice opposite, a voice annoying calls. Tries to load me the problems, the ugly creature, whence it knows about Rastaman  about music of winds and ocean freedom, he did not taste a smell of hashish and did not walk the tramp on a night beach of huge ocean. A pipe in dust, nafig, I today in a nirvana.

 Good inhaling and I lean back in an armchair. Bl … as it is good, a separate office as my fortress, doors on the lock, I will let in nobody. All in a garden, is more correct in asses., and on a garden I will take a walk.

 Mobilnyk, padla  calls!!! Again the same annoying voice, what it persevering.

Voice the acquaintance but as I can not recollect it . The inhaling hotly burns down lungs, I can not speak,  and it of a bough that mutters that, from that coldly unfriendly edge. Why unfriendly? Yes because, here, to me it is now good!! Very much!! Rasslabon!! Dzhaga - dzhaga!!

Throw. The mobile phone on a tangent from a bedside table flies to a garbage can. Vauu! Klevo!! Basketball.

Yellow wall-paper began to blur, the picture with the sea began to get more realistic outlines. The easy breeze has blown and here I already  sit in an armchair on coast, sand underfoot, a palm tree with a rough trunk. The sun licks edge ocean and is going to  to plunge into dark blue abyss.  Paradise, paradise on the earth, the cigarette with gashisham has ended, but it doesn't matter, is still. Boots press, nafik them  when still the tramp on sand I resemble? I sit, cowards, a shirt, a tie to a navel, ocean, a surf,  I and a jamb.

Again the call, second phone, a reptile has forgotten about it, I press a speakerphone. A pipe I can not lift … heavy a bough …. From a microphone again the same voice, uuuu dried apricots again it … it is necessary to answer as that not cultural the person that waits for that?

- To it, Ale, how there you? – You have lifted up to me to call!!! Go in zho. The terrible person. The newcomer from the unfriendly world!!!

 I hang up. Again silence, I am tightened more feasibly, and the ocean became even closer and more more real. Beauty, the calmness, new year soon, and I here ashore ocean...

Bright light, from for palm trees leaves It, the owner of that persistently unfriendly  voice, I face, the person not kind, shouts. And here an enlightenment, About my God. Same the boss, here blja popados!!!

-Alexey yes you the swine!! The middle of the working day, and you here such a bough have arranged!!!

- Moreover in cowards in the middle of an office you sit!!!

– Than here  blja stinks?

– Svolch,  yes you obdolbanyj!!!, you the addict of the horse-radishes, have smoked all grass!!

I lift eyes,

- Yes not gundos Mihalych, at me on two jambs is, will suffice.

The steam locomotive, breath, easy excitement, muscles relax. The armchair to become softer and convenient.

Mihalych, you ocean see?

-Yes, the boss lingeringly answers.

- Sand soft and warm,   and you as the fool in footwear sit. Take off shoes Mihalych, when still barefoot on sand poguljaeshch … new year  soon ….

Rastaman , Rastaman ,