Anna Kruglova
Homeless Man
Life is always ups and downs. Man. Business. Car. House. Everything that he wants. Family. Beloved wife. Daughter and son. Doesn’t think about his soul much. No belief. No God. Year after year. Problems, solutions, sadness, happiness… Big money. Temptations. Women. Quarrels. Reproaches. Misunderstanding. Far from children. Disobedience. Loss of family ties. Doubts. Consciousness. Is he right? Time goes. Tries to change the situation. Attempts to achieve harmony. You cannot step the same river twice. Remains of feelings. Lack of trust. Contempt. One more chance. Something has changed. Back to family again. Happy moments. Nothing happens without consequences. Wife is ill. Nerve rack. Weak immunity. Cancer. Curing. Countries. Hospitals. Doctors. Hopes. Operations. Some changes. Relief. Crisis again. Countries. Hospitals. Doctors. Problems at work. Problems with children. Firm loses profits. No true friends. Bankruptcy. No money. Need to pay for medicine. Sells house. Move to some flat. Children go to ordinary school. Tries to open new business. Failure after failure. No money. Sells the flat. Move to some far district. Small flat. No money. No curing. No hope. The wife dies. Grief. Children blame. Despair. Cannot find job. Quarrels. Gets a job of a janitor. Alcohol. No hope. Son gets into a bad company. Drugs. Guns. Criminals. Girl’s depression. Rarely at home. Man is always drunk. Tries to find hope somewhere. Back to basic. First time at church. Prayers. Wants to believe. Wants to be heard. God is deaf to him. Son is killed. Daughter runs away. Despair. Grief. Alcohol. Homeless. Picks up things. Sells them at the flea market. Every day the same trip. From the place of spending night, down to the subway, up to the market. Once. Has found cross. Grab it to his trolley. Down to the subway. Carriage comes. Doors open. He suddenly stands still. Sees wife coming out of the carriage. She smiles. And fades. He is down on his knees. In front of the cross. Tears. And prays. To be with her… forever.
