All of you laughers! One day you’ll laugh on the other side of your faces. No sooner you’ll see the true sides of things, I’ll laugh at you. Look at what you’re doing. Giggling like Beavis & Butthead you’re unable to see how deep you lower. You’re either having a laugh, laughing all the way to the bank, or you burst laughing seeing your neighbours in an unagreeable situation. You giggle over stupid series on TV, you make practical jokes on your friends and feel youself great. All you do is just humouring the feeling of your self-estimate. Worthless are you then. I dispise you and laugh in your faces, knowing that he who laughs last laughs longest.

As I had no food for a whole week I went to docks to find a job for myself. I was disabled, so I couldn’t get a job in the town. There I met my recruitant. One-eyed, one-legged, lame and hunched, he went with me to his lair. Under the docks there was a small "under-town", crowded with people, who lost their humanity and sanity and turned into brute animals. Dust and decay were everywhere. Bad air made me sneeze every minute. At last we came to the very heart of the "town". Surrounded by water there was a kind of island with many suspension bridges, connecting it with the outer world. There lived the "boss" - a fat creature (I couldn’t call it human) who wanted only to eat, drink, become drunk, sleep… and had other animal instincts. I had to clean his place from dust with other volunteers-by-fate. We always worked in the smoke of sigars and other plants the boss and his visitors smoked, mixed with the stink of the place. I looked at myself, examined myself and realized thet it couldn’t be me. I worked in such an awfull place without a sunray that brings hopes for the future. How did my soul stay alive? How could I not cover it with with that dust and ugly thoughts all my co-workers and chief had? I don’t know. Something kept my soul away from the surrounding I had. The time for my soul to fall down hadn’t yet come at that moment. It happened much later. But,.. it’s another story and I think I’ll never tell it to anybody.

     The Fallen.

Sensitive to my master’s mood,
I walk with him here and there.
No matter if the weather’s bad or good,
I’ll do my best for him everywhere.

And everytime i hear his command,
I think to myself is it correct or not.
In my last life i’ve been a nomad,
Adoptable to whatever… but i’ve forgotten.

Confident in my own point of view,
But always listening to my master’s voice,
I do everything that he wants me to do,
My wilingness’s always on, but is there a choice?

Being so livey in my younger years,
I’m free to do everything… in the distance of the lead.
No way i can lose my old dark fears.
Hey! Where’s the psychologist that i need?

Walking the same roads for days and years,
Being a prisoner, lusting for grave,
I close my eyes, shut my ears
Just not to hear:
"What a nice canine you have!"

One old man lived in a small town. He was widower. His wife died five years ago. His two children lived in another country. He was pensioner. He had bad healthy. His eyesight was getting worse over the last two years. He saw next to nothing. Only big black dog Dick lived with him in his house. He spend the most of the day at home. He made different toys from the wood.

One cool summer evening he was sitting on the chair & made a new toy. A clock was ticking in the corner. Light wind blew in the open window.

Suddenly man heard somebody’s whisper beyound the window. The voice was stranger. Then somebody unlocked the door. It was opened with creak. Dog begin to growl. But then he sniffed somebody & stopped to growl. Man asked if there was somebody. Noone answered. But he was confident that there was somebody in the room. Somebody crept through the room. The man was frightened. His heart beat too loud.

Suddenly somebody touched his arm. He jerk arm back & woke up. It was just a dream. He listened attentively, there was noone in the room. Only the clock was ticking in the corner.

The 1-st of April is not a national holiday. Shops & offices are opened, so you can come to your work, school or university and play a trick with your friends.

The day doesn’t commemorate any historical events. It’s just time for people to laugh and smile more than usually.

Nowadays, people tend to be busy and bored of their lives. On the 1-st of April they can let their hair down and relax even being at work. One of the best things about it is that everyone get involved in the celebration, even the calmest people join in playing jokes on their friends and colleagues. What I object to is playing cruel jokes wich can offend or injure somebody.