Сидя на кухне ближе к ночи , слушая...

Sitting in the kitchen closer to the night, listening to the hum of the refrigerator and the rustle of a cat burying its goods. Suddenly, not noticing how, you start thinking about everything at once ... and it seems like nothing concrete ... but all the same, thoughts run like soldiers through puddles ... and I thought about that ... and about those ... and the mood that was excellent in the morning now why it turned into a neurasthenic bitch who wants to destroy something beautiful and swear like a disgusting elderly neighbor in a communal apartment ... but everything seems to be good and nothing happened ... maybe the weather or Freud decided to say hello ... but still ... ... and comes back again she .... sworn friend Reflection ... and tactlessly sitting down begins to ask ... or rather not even ask but just say ... not the most pleasant things ... about you ... and the rest ... and then her friend comes ... Loneliness ... and here you three are sitting … .And you don’t know how to kick them out as soon as possible… really… the uninvited guest is worse… although now it is already an anachronistic proverb and politically incorrect… that does not change the essence in any way…. Girls… fuck you….