Форум по искусству и инвестициям в искусство

[QUOTE][FONT="Century Gothic"]Grey neck.
In late October I caught all the ducks on the pond and took them for the winter on the neighboring farm. That is almost all. One is not found. Guard Mike that whole day watching TV in his booth, said that the duck killed the Fox.
Soon hit the frost and snow. The pond froze. And suddenly the missing duck appeared. She stood in the middle of the pond and screaming. And her cry was like crying and moaning. Don't know what she was thinking, but, probably, was that something terrible had happened to her family. That while she was walking in the forest, Misha them all killed and eaten.
She walked circles on thin ice and left traces of the drawings, like some letters, which I read could not.
The ice was so thin that approach it was impossible. To the beach it didn't fit, and ate only what she was thrown to the middle of the pond.
There were circling magpies and crows and waited for her inevitable death. Night all slept, and duck walked around in circles in the middle of the pond and scream his inconsolable whether mourned her, or called for help.
After a few days she began to approach the shore. I left a bowl of food each time a meter or two away from the pond and closer to the road.
Finally, on the tenth day I caught her when she wasn weakened by grief and loneliness and didn't know where to live". I immediately took her to the farm, and there it was immediately surrounded by her family.
They were all flapping their wings, and crying, as if he were shared with each other their stories. My grey neck was in the spotlight. She twisted his head and wanted to get the bill to each of his sisters. And so they talked without restraint and enjoyed life.
As I sat in the car, drove up to the cottage and drank a glass of vodka. The piercing feeling of loneliness, which was passed on to me from saved Grey Neck, slowly faded, and her inconsolable cry verse in my heart and more I don't Musil@
Sergey, Loiko