Since that day I spent all my time, sitting on this balcony looking constantly on my dear. I knew all of his songs by heart, and the jewelry that he made from aquamarine, I imagined it being there against my white fur coat. The feeling that has enveloped a small soul of a rat was so great and unusual, that occasionally it seemed that I was a human, and I am not alien to the human feelings. I literally bathed in this love, noticing nothing and no one around myself. Returning in the evenings to my cellar, I did not hear the noises of the sewage drain - I heard the delightful sounds of distant waterfalls, picturesquely decorating rocky slopes of mountains. I did not notice the vermin-like masses of other rats - all I saw were the fields of dandelions, daisy wheels and poppy flowers. I did not think of death that, indispensably would overtake me in one of foul-smelling drains - death, was no more, was not and could not be, because there is only pure and eternal love. Thusly the summer has passed.

As soon as I was taken off from mother's chest, I have started having conversations with the teacher - an aged rat with a nickname Mavr. He told me about the world in which we live, about the people who become a ruling race on the ground, about our antagonism with human civilization and at the same time - our relation to it. His stories, as I now realize, were rather poor, because, being pulled out from a cellar, I have seen so much interesting, new and mysterious, that the Mavr's lessons seemed miserable abstracts of genuine life on ground. Nevertheless I am grateful to him for everything. Mavr was in his own way wise and independent, deferring from many other rats, who were primitive, as though programmed for eating, sleeping, having sex and dying.

There were apartments, where I spent especially long time. One of them was on the second floor. There lived a family: mother, father, two children and a huge dog. A little bit later a third child and a turtle appeared. If it wouldn't be for the interesting books, which they possessed, and remarkable records with music, I would have left a long time ago, because no one had such a ridiculous living hood such as this family, no one in the whole building. The dog frightened me with its size at first, turned out to be harmless and confused, as well as its owners. When the woman listened The First Concert of Rahmaninov, the dog started to howl so loudly, that it muted the music. When the people left the house, this enormous creature would get up on the parents bed, laid its head on a cushion and slept all day long, shaking the walls with its snoring. And I at this time sat with the turtle, which offered me some of its food. Usually while we ate we discussed a problem of non-uniformity of time as categories of universe. Then everyone else would return and create chaos. I would go back to my place at those times.

Cellar, in which one our colony was leaving, belonged to a large, not very aged

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