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The Maniac

01 May 2010
by Gor Baghdasaryan

I still don't understand why my mother was angry. Mush and I just went to the end of the street with David. Just for five minutes. But two hours later, when we went back to school, my mother was already there. She was looking for us. Hovik, a friend of Mush, was walking after her like a little devil. He was eating hamburgers and talking. "Are they lost, Mrs. Ruzan? Well, that's alright, perhaps it's the maniac again. Have you heard about him?"

My mother stood still for a moment, looked at Hovik, who was chewing fastly. She tried to understand what he had said, but Hovik kept talking. "There is a big hole in the maniac's neck. Poor Mush, he was a very nice boy!"

"Shut your mouth, Hovik, what maniac?"

"What do you mean? You don't know him? If he kidnaps someone, no one can find him. You can't find Mush and Gor. Don't look for them anymore."

My mother tried to get away from him, but no one can run away from Hovik.

It seemed to my mother that Hovik wasn't talking anymore, but he was just swallowing one of his hamburgers. "Alright, Hovik, stay here and I'll go to call Mush's father. If they come back, tell them to wait."

"No, they won't be back. No one has been saved from the maniac. Our Armenian teacher is gone, too. Perhaps the maniac kidnapped them from here."

My mother couldn't stand still any longer.

"Be careful," Hovik cried after her, "Maybe the maniac will ask for money. But perhaps, he won't, maniacs don't need any money."
?I don't know if my mom heard the last bit of "clever" advice or not. Some minutes later my father was running to school, perhaps a little troubled. When Mush and I came back, Hovik was in the schoolyard and was eating with happy face.

"Oh, you're back. Well, you're late. Your mom is in the hospital now, you won't see her again. Your father is looking for you with policemen. But he was feeling so bad, that, maybe... poor children, you'll probably go to the orphanage now. Your grandma can't take care of three children. Everything is so expensive now. The orphanage has its own school, you will study there. Mush, will you give me your game? They'll take it from you in orphanage anyway. Be grateful that you are alive, while the other members of your family..."

It's very good that my mother came back soon, or no one could write these words now. What a pleasure, we're going home, our home.

"You were lucky this time, but when you meet the street hooligans, you won't be able to survive."

I still don't understand why my mother was angry. Mush and I just went to the end of the street with David. Just for five minutes. But two hours later, when we went back to school, my mother was already there. She was looking for us. Hovik, a friend of Mush, was walking after her like a little devil. He was eating hamburgers and talking. "Are they lost, Mrs. Ruzan? Well, that's alright, perhaps it's the maniac again. Have you heard about him?"

My mother stood still for a moment, looked at Hovik, who was chewing fastly. She tried to understand what he had said, but Hovik kept talking. "There is a big hole in the maniac's neck. Poor Mush, he was a very nice boy!"

"Shut your mouth, Hovik, what maniac?"

"What do you mean? You don't know him? If he kidnaps someone, no one can find him. You can't find Mush and Gor. Don't look for them anymore."

My mother tried to get away from him, but no one can run away from Hovik.

It seemed to my mother that Hovik wasn't talking anymore, but he was just swallowing one of his hamburgers. "Alright, Hovik, stay here and I'll go to call Mush's father. If they come back, tell them to wait."

"No, they won't be back. No one has been saved from the maniac. Our Armenian teacher is gone, too. Perhaps the maniac kidnapped them from here."

My mother couldn't stand still any longer.

"Be careful," Hovik cried after her, "Maybe the maniac will ask for money. But perhaps, he won't, maniacs don't need any money."

I don't know if my mom heard the last bit of "clever" advice or not. Some minutes later my father was running to school, perhaps a little troubled. When Mush and I came back, Hovik was in the schoolyard and was eating with happy face.

"Oh, you're back. Well, you're late. Your mom is in the hospital now, you won't see her again. Your father is looking for you with policemen. But he was feeling so bad, that, maybe... poor children, you'll probably go to the orphanage now. Your grandma can't take care of three children. Everything is so expensive now. The orphanage has its own school, you will study there. Mush, will you give me your game? They'll take it from you in orphanage anyway. Be grateful that you are alive, while the other members of your family..."

It's very good that my mother came back soon, or no one could write these words now. What a pleasure, we're going home, our home.

"You were lucky this time, but when you meet the street hooligans, you won't be able to survive."


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