His desk looked like an ancient gravestone.
Rats had destroyed its left angle.
The shaky legs of the desk trembled under pressure of thick and heavy files.
On Friday 15th of April in 1927 Hippolyte Matveevich, as usual, woke up at 7.30 in the morning.
Hippolyte put on old-fashioned trousers and soft boots with a square toe.
He removed all water drops from his head and fingered his moustache.
Hippolyte rubbed his rough chin hesitatingly for a while, then he decided to give his oncoming mother-in-law a smile.
«Hippolyte, I`ve had a bad dream this night. »- she said.
She pronounced a word «dream» in a bit French way.
Hippolyte looked down on her.
His height was about 1,85m, so it was quite easy for him to treat her with slight disregard.
The mother-in-law continued: «I saw dead Mary.
I am alarmed, something bad can happen to me»She said the last words so loudly that Hippolyte`s hair rippled.
He frowned and said: » Everything is going to be ok, mommy.
Have you already paid for utilities?
» It turned down that she had not paid.
Her shoes weren`t polished.
Hippolyte didn`t like his mother-in-law.
She was silly and too old to have a chance to get cleverer.
June 2016
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