I was so carried away by watching the photos that my son and I took in the mountains, that I completely forgot that I promised to run to the bakery for bread.
when I remembered it, there were a few minutes before the store closed. I quickly put on my shoes and ran. It started to rain.
When there were only a few blocks left before the store, I saw my acquaintance a tailor come out of the lane, he led on a long leash of his dog, an English bulldog named Plato. He received his name in honor of the Greek philosopher. Judging by the fact that this dog did not pay any attention to me when I came to the tailor’s house, this is a calm and balanced dog.
I was going to raise my hand and greet the tailor, but, I heard a terrible scream and the rumble of metal on the pavement.
This cat screamed, he flew past me like a bullet, a tin can was tied to its tail. His eyes were so wide open that it was possible to drown in them.
Have you seen the movie Transformers? So what was happening in the film was the toys. The action lasted no more than a second, but it seemed to me that an eternity had passed. The relaxed Plato, suddenly, began to transform. Under his hanging skin folds, muscles appeared, like those of a bodybuilder. He turned into a taut spring and rushed after the cat.
The jerk was so strong that the leash stretched like a string, Zeya lost his balance and flew after the bulldog. Umbrella, which the tailor was closed from the rain, turned inside out from a strong gust of air. It was the fastest ballet final I've ever seen.
The intermission came, the sounds of chases, the cat's cries, the bulldog barking and Zeya's cries quickly disappeared around the next turn of the street. I was able to look around. A small boy in a raincoat was squatting around the corner of the house. In it, I recognized the grandson of a tailor. He sarcastically smirked at his prank. Apparently, this young naturalist tied a tin can to the tail of a cat. How can you mock your grandfather? The boy saw that I noticed him, showed me his tongue and ran away.
Another second I walked away from the shock, remembered the bakery and hit the road.
To be continued.
Every time I draw, I discover many new things. Such a trifle as portraying rain can be a dead end. I thought for a long time, and decided to try this option, rain drops on the pavement.
As usual, I draw a simple ballpoint pen with blue paste on a small piece of paper. I rip in half a standard sheet of A4 paper for the printer and end up with an A5 format. I do not make sketches, drawing, like the story is born gradually from stroke to letter.
Previous chapters for this story can be found at these links.
Town - my dream!
Fish day on the pier - Town - my dream!
Photo for memory - Town - my dream!
Reconnaissance - Town - my dream!
Eye of a needle - Town - my dream!
The rescue - Town - my dream!
Strong pine - Town - my dream!
Eye of the Cyclops - Town - my dream!
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