Yardman Vitalik with the nickname “ Violet Fog”  always walks with  a snow shovel. He  is afraid of falling down without the shovel  and staying horizontal eternally. He never works sober, because  there exists a sort of falsity in sober yardmen. But he scrapes like Apollo.

   During most icy months, when some yamschic becomes a glacier in any snowdrift, Vitalk’s paths are  washed and dried by his special alcoholic stench. Random snowflakes  don’t even try  to mar his work and turn off to the neighbor’s snowdrifts. Ones who  don’t turn off are caught by Vitalik and killed by his  iron shovel. For reason of his such severe psychic condition our  with Lalas sled has  scuffed.

   The Chinese  factory of blue tubs  makes this sled by  binding rope to their tubs. It has proved a very useful item. You can treat sore legs there, store tomatoes and drag kids to kindergarten , if  snow falls or  the rain’s pools are not too deep.

     I spent 2 euro on this sled and don’t feel sorry at all. I tried it  out myself.  I had developed huge speed sliding from the bridge. I  wanted to  fly up like from a springboard, but was saved by one birch. It   ran out like a woman  to  meet the man,  who  flew lonely through  the sky in the blue sled. Our coupling was fleeting but bright.

  We go with Lala to the kindergadern  across the street,  near through bushes and  fence. Funny dog  of  spicies “mad  freak” runs out to meet us. It cries at me like we would be married. I show  first to it and Lala happily laughs.

    There are some more bushes after the dog, fence again, and  the end of all, we are entering to the  Vitalik’s eternally summer paths, and rub them by sled’s bottom.

  Next is very technical text, follow fingers. During winter holes  are rubbed  in sled’s bottom  and rake snow under the passenger’s bottom. And after  that  snow fall out from that holes back to the territory of paranoic yardman. It is like snow smuggling. On the clean path under the Lala’s weight raked snow is squeezed out .Two stripes of snow stay after Lala’s sled. White on black, very Martian by view. It seems like some alien  with outearth mind  has carried in armful of snow and shat outearth  message.

    I’d can buy hundred new sleds, but I sow with which face Vitalik rakes out this unearthly trace. He was invincible and handsome.  

-         All Martians can go back to their ass – was saying his shovel’s swings.

 Tomorrow I’m going to depict mysterious  snow circles and trace of landing strip of spaceship. And I’ll leave note:

“ Vitalik, stop to remove landing signs, our spaceships stuck  in  snow”