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The Big, Blue Wolfie will come
Dimka hasn’t gotten any stuffed animals for probably about a hundred years. But that didn’t matter, because he got other things, like books about astronomy,or building blocks-for building rockets. That was the thing Dimka was interested in-worlds outside ours. Specifically, civilizations. Somewhere, in the endless cosmos, there were bound to be intelligent creatures. Because the universe? It was endless, and it kept expanding. It’s impossible for something not to exist in it.
Anyway, Dimka was a specialist on aliens. He didn’t care for all those stuffed cats and dogs. On the other hand, he did have his giraffe, Copenhagen-the one that slept on the back of Dimka’s couch. But Copenhagen, he was different, he wasn’t a toy. He was Copenhagen, and that was all there was to it.
This was why Dimka couldn’t understand-why had he grabbed this strange creature? And why was he now dragging it with him, through the store? It looked like a sausage with legs. It had triangular ears, a wavy snout, and tiny black eyes. A wolf, a small one.A wolfie. But why-why was he such a strange color?! Like the sky.The sky is like this above the ocean, when summer vacation has just started. He was an ultramarine little wolf pup.
“Dimka, what? Why do you need him?” asked Mom.
Technically, they had come here to buy a table, for his computer...
There are strange stores sometimes, the ones where you come for a table, and then see a wolf pup. But you can’t say, “Let’s buy him!” Dimka wasn’t a little kid, to say something like that.
“Mom, this...Wolfina’s birthday is soon. Can we buy it, as a present? It is a wolf.”
“What, this wolf? He’s hideous!”
And suddenly, Dimka understood everything. Perhaps he didn’t need a wolf pup, but the little wolf needed him. Really needed him. And he costs twelve rybles, like the price of ice cream.
“Mom, it’s so hot….could I get ice cream? Please?”
“Alright.” agreed Mom. “Buy me some, too.” she added, sending him towards the exit. In three minutes, he was waiting for her outside, with one cup of ice cream.
“You’ve eaten yours already?” Mom was surprised.
Dimka nodded.
“You’ll catch a cold! Always just swallowing, without chewing-what pleasure is there in that?”
“I won’t catch a cold.” mumbled Dimka, truthfully, petting the little wolf in his pocket.
In the evening, he took him out of his jacket and carried him into his room to introduce him.
“Look, this is Copenhagen!” he said, quietly, and for some reason shrugged his shoulder a little. “Copenhagen, meet Wolfie.”
“Why is he blue?” asked the giraffe, jealous.
Dimka couldn’t think of what to answer, but then, Wolfie suddenly announced:
“Everyone’s like that on our planet.”, then winked at Dimka with a stitched eye.
Dimka hasn’t gotten any stuffed animals for probably about a hundred years. But that didn’t matter, because he got other things, like books about astronomy,or building blocks-for building rockets. That was the thing Dimka was interested in-worlds outside ours. Specifically, civilizations. Somewhere, in the endless cosmos, there were bound to be intelligent creatures. Because the universe? It was endless, and it kept expanding. It’s impossible for something not to exist in it.
Anyway, Dimka was a specialist on aliens. He didn’t care for all those stuffed cats and dogs. On the other hand, he did have his giraffe, Copenhagen-the one that slept on the back of Dimka’s couch. But Copenhagen, he was different, he wasn’t a toy. He was Copenhagen, and that was all there was to it.
This was why Dimka couldn’t understand-why had he grabbed this strange creature? And why was he now dragging it with him, through the store? It looked like a sausage with legs. It had triangular ears, a wavy snout, and tiny black eyes. A wolf, a small one.A wolfie. But why-why was he such a strange color?! Like the sky.The sky is like this above the ocean, when summer vacation has just started. He was an ultramarine little wolf pup.
“Dimka, what? Why do you need him?” asked Mom.
Technically, they had come here to buy a table, for his computer...
There are strange stores sometimes, the ones where you come for a table, and then see a wolf pup. But you can’t say, “Let’s buy him!” Dimka wasn’t a little kid, to say something like that.
“Mom, this...Wolfina’s birthday is soon. Can we buy it, as a present? It is a wolf.”
“What, this wolf? He’s hideous!”
And suddenly, Dimka understood everything. Perhaps he didn’t need a wolf pup, but the little wolf needed him. Really needed him. And he costs twelve rybles, like the price of ice cream.
“Mom, it’s so hot….could I get ice cream? Please?”
“Alright.” agreed Mom. “Buy me some, too.” she added, sending him towards the exit. In three minutes, he was waiting for her outside, with one cup of ice cream.
“You’ve eaten yours already?” Mom was surprised.
Dimka nodded.
“You’ll catch a cold! Always just swallowing, without chewing-what pleasure is there in that?”
“I won’t catch a cold.” mumbled Dimka, truthfully, petting the little wolf in his pocket.
In the evening, he took him out of his jacket and carried him into his room to introduce him.
“Look, this is Copenhagen!” he said, quietly, and for some reason shrugged his shoulder a little. “Copenhagen, meet Wolfie.”
“Why is he blue?” asked the giraffe, jealous.
Dimka couldn’t think of what to answer, but then, Wolfie suddenly announced:
“Everyone’s like that on our planet.”, then winked at Dimka with a stitched eye.
