In the country of moles
Between beds of curly cabbage, a green lettuce, fleshy red peppers, a blue – purple aubergine, light green pumpkins, yellowish potatoes, and orange carrots, live moles.
The soil stream like a fountain under their pink blades. They dress in a
black velvet suit.
They have white, fine moustache, and very
small ears. The land around them was rutty,
and have enormous underground labyrinth . The moles go about around, like that, they swim .
Their silk furshine from sun. They
drive your subsoil motorcar. They speak for all
events in the world, because they may arrive imperceptibly at territory of all countries. Except, they work like journalists, they dig various canals. They were and the best miners , and archeologists in whole animal s world. One mole stops near Tony.
- Who are you?
- Christian
- What sort of ?
- Person, who doesn’t interest of gossips and intrigues.
- You. What are you doing all day?
- I study, help my mother , read a Bible and pray.
- Strange bird. And you aren t interested of others life. But , when you want to muddy
slightly this – that.
- I don t do basenesses.
- He is not like you Erebakanov – calls out the mole. Boy, give a Bible to me and I ll
become a
member of association. Moles – prolong newly believed – do you know, that between us have a preacher.
- We ll make him a photo – offers one mole.
She crunches a pink radish between her teeth. Then says:
- Smile to look better. Yes so.
- Well, do you know moles song:
- Dig, dig,dig, your roots to know in this land s paradise.
- Excuse me a mole, but It s time to go.
- You will miss us friend.
- The moles send off them with exclamation:
- hurrah!
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