The bread quickly ran out, and the dog sat next to the man, looking at the empty windows of the bakery. The mortgaged home did not save the business, and the man had nowhere to go. He sat with the thoughts that his life was lived in vain, and until the end of his days the garbage jungle had acquired another inhabitant. He thought about how tomorrow he would be digging in the garbage in search of food, and sleeping, maybe even on this manhole, hugging his new four-legged friend.
The dog pressed himself against the man and sat, not turning his eyes away from the light of the stars. And if you looked closely, you could see how the dog glowed in the night, either glowing itself, or reflecting the lights of distant stars. “The dog is happy now,” thought Aristarchus. So maybe this was the meaning of his life – to make at least someone happy, even for a moment? Maybe this is why we come?
Written by Semen Khanin (Ukraine)