Bezenchuk coffin maker stood next to a shabby building, leaning against the doorpost.
He had faced financial ruin frequently and abused alcohol utterly; consequently, his eyes were canary, like cat ones and twinkled darkly. –Greetings!
– exclaimed the coffin maker loudly.
– Good morning!
Hippolyte saluted him gently with his hat.
–How is your mother-in-law?- continued Bezenchuk
Hippolyte just mumbled something inaudible, shrugged his shoulders and passed by.
– I just want to wish her a long life – said the coffin maker bitterly.
Then he again clasped his hands and leaned against the doorpost.
Three owners of a nearby funeral parlor stopped Hippolyte.
They asked him simultaneously about his mother-in-law health.
–She is fine, fine - answered Hippolyte crossly.
– What could have happened to her?
-Today she has seen a girl with blond hair in a dream.
The owners exchanged glances and sighed noisily.
These conversations delayed Hippolyte and he came to work 5 minutes late.
June 2016
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