A sketch--fragment

SKETCHES FOR ONE DONKEY'S SAD STORY

There was a fabulous Polish poet, who once wrote a short rhymed story of a donkey, who was served both hay and oats but in two separate cribs. To make the instructive story short, instead of enjoying the nutritious food the donkey dies out of hunger, just because he has a hard time deciding which crib to begin with.

I made his reasoning so philosophic and full of feelings that tear his soul apart, that even I couldn't stand it. And, guess what, that was the purpose of it—another relief instead of psychiatrist's coach.

Regardless of the author's primary intentions, yes, I dedicate it to WOMEN in the first place…

Themes: Mylny :|: Donkey :|: Child & bodyguards :|: No-name