Orchestra
“New spring, same story,” Garivoje thought as he licked his mustache. “Bird brain is neurotically repetitive. Doesn’t give them peace. For a moment they fall silent and it seems that they had taken a break, finally got what they wanted. Then they fly to another branch and start all over.
While I was a young cat, I was able to enjoy early morning concerts. I fantasized about plucking their feathers, I wanted to taste them while they were warm. Now I almost don’t notice them.
They are tireless. I don’t understand them.
I think I’ll move under the cherry tree.”
