Kharms

The window, shuttered with a curtain...



The window, shuttered with a curtain, was growing lighter and lighter, because the day had begun.  The floors had begun to creak, doors to sing, the chairs were being shuffled in their apartments.  Ruzhetskii, climbing out of his bed, fell on the floor and cracked his face open.  He was in a hurry to get to work and therefore went out in the street having only covered his face with his hands.  His hands were making it difficult for Ruzhetskii to see the way, and for this reason he twice collided with an advertising kiosk and shoved some old man who was wearing a felt hat with long furry ear-flaps, which brought the geezer into such a state of rage that a street sweeper, who had just happened to be nearby and was attempting to catch a tomcat with a shovel, had to calm the old man down: "Aren't you ashamed, grandpa, to be, at your age, behaving like a teenage hooligan."




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