Zvezda Kapyushonova

Late in the evening, Kapyushonov, together with his wife Zinaida, was returning from the birthday of his brother-in-law. We walked well. Just before leaving, Kapyushonov and the brother-in-law argued about who was stronger, and went into the kitchen to wrestle with their hands. The brother-in-law tried to squawk and kept trying to grab the stool with his free hand, but Kapyushonov put his relative down anyway.

The evening was unusually warm, and the couple decided to take a walk. Having reached the entrance, Kapyushonov sat down on a bench:

- You, Zinaida, get up, and I’ll get some air here for now.

Kapyushonov took a cigarette out of the pack, unhurriedly kneaded it, and took a puff. He felt good. In my head, slowly, like goldfish in an aquarium, poking against the walls, thick, good-natured thoughts swam. A light breeze stirred Kapakov’s thinning hair and pleasantly tickled the back of his head. He stroked his stomach, and like a well-fed domestic cat, he purred contentedly in response to his master’s caress. For a feeling of complete unity with nature, Kapyushonov took off his shoes and remained in his socks.

- “Sunny,” came from someone’s open window, not the first freshness of the record, “ah love you.”

“Oh, Sanya, Sanya…” Kapyushonov thought softly.

The black sky spread over him did not frighten him with its bottomlessness, rather the opposite. The flights of space crews that have become familiar have made it, despite the blackness, completely homely. Something like an attic in a hooded house. So he looked up with some superiority. It was the end of summer, and the stars, as if ripe, fell continuously, obliquely tracing the night sky in all directions. Two people sat on the bench next to him.

“Look, the stars are falling,” said the girl. - Let’s make a wish.

“Come on,” the guy agreed. — And what?

She whispered something in his ear and they both laughed.

“It’s coming,” the guy agreed, and at that time another luminous dot struck across the sky.

- Managed?

“I did.” And they laughed again.

“Should I try it?” thought Kapyushonov. He leaned back and waited for an opportunity. Five minutes passed, ten. Nothing. The falling stars stopped as suddenly as in an instant at full gallop a torrential rain suddenly stops. The movement in the sky stopped simultaneously and in all directions. The guy and the girl left long ago, and Kapyushonov, with his head thrown back, peered steadily into the night sky and gradually filled with anger. In the aquarium, he began to seethe.

“This is what it looks like,” he thought. “Now, then, it is impossible for a simple person to express a desire. They, therefore, can, but we, therefore, cannot. Here you spend the whole day bending over the steering wheel, and these only ram the floors in their discotheques, and they come out, please.

Indignation overwhelmed Kapyushonov. Having chosen a suitable star in the middle of the sky, he mentally ordered it: “Fall!”.

The star did not even think to move.

- Fall down, to whom they say! Kapyushonov shouted to himself in a terrible voice, and at that moment the star, as if torn from an invisible nail, slid down.

“That’s the same,” Kapyushonov thought with satisfaction, “not to immediately.”

The first desire was not long in coming.

“You need to get a new car first. The old Kolka-shifter completely gouged. Last month, I barely earned a hundred and forty, and even unfastened twenty for the mechanics for repairs.

The star, picking up speed, rushed towards the earth.

“Wait,” ordered the Hood Star, “we need to think about it.”

The star obediently slowed down, and Kapyushonov was lost in thought. For thirty-eight years of his life, he had accumulated a lot of desires, and it was required to choose the most cherished ones.

- So that Zinaida is given a vacation in the summer, then we will wave to the south together.

Last summer, he rested separately from his wife, in a gastric sanatorium on a last-minute ticket. Skinny was mortal, even a howl. They settled him with two bespectacled men. All day long they were pushing each other about some fields, and no matter how much they listened, Kapyushonov could not understand what they were growing in those fields. Just waited for the end of the term.

- What else would you like to think about? He scratched the back of his head and tilted his head up again. The star was already at the level of the television antennas stuck on the roof of his house.

“So that they don’t hang around with dogs,” it flashed through my head, Kapyushonov did not like Dogs, but from wildlife he respected cucumbers most of all. And the star had already disappeared behind the house.

“And a tank, a tank, so that it doesn’t leak,” Kapyushonov shouted in a weeping voice, feeling that his mental energy was already running out.

Behind the house something slapped juicy, as if a big sausage sandwich had fallen. Kapyushonov, grunting, bent down, put on his shoes and went home to sleep.