Even the creators did not understand what happened to the universe. This world has its own laws and often they contradict itself. The world tried to live in harmony, but everything has changed since the great cormorant from Utessa decided to fly north and got into Chernobyl. Many residents of this country affected by radiation and poverty during his journey noticed the strangeness of the fact that such a sea bird has moved away from the coast and heading inland. It quickly adapted to the new living conditions. In some regions, he behaved like a predator, exterminating a whole population of rodents, for which the locals had a good reason to love this bird and not to disturb him on the way. His first stop was a village in the Shinnytsia region, or rather, the village of Kryzhopol. In it, there was a good grandmother Sraka, in a cormorant she saw a neighbor's goose, which fought off the herd. Since her grandmother was a rare bitch and had Cubanoid roots, she decided to leave the bird on her farm. "What a motherfucker, just fucking simple as she fed him so, skinny, nose hooked, more like some shit than a goose," - thought grandmother, looking at the cormorant for the first time. However, it is a foolish sin to let it go over the foolish, so she tried to get it out as soon as possible and let the goose into the herd. The cormorant was eating like fuck and the food was fucked up, so after a month it was difficult to distinguish it from the Toulouse goose, dragging its fat through mud and shit. Satisfied with the result, his grandmother tried to lift him first, but then, having shit himself from the weight of the fucker, took him to the stable. Leaving him there, she went to the bazaar to sell her obviously fucking cabbage to no one with pickled pig's dicks. On the way, she met her uncle Bogdan, who farted on his motorcycle towards the Tigrov, in order to join the ranks of nationalist dickheads and bow to the statue of Bonderchuk, having drunk half a liter of pork urine with Hayarosh beforehand.
And at this time, there was struggle and power. Husak, who had all the fallopian herd, named Zhora after his grandmother's ex-husband, who died in the dashing 90s, was discouraged. "What the fuck is this? How many years have I been defending my native herd, pinching little shots and loli of fucking asses and pussies, cats and foxes, and for what? What would some nigger asshole come to fuck my goose for me"? These thoughts were later fixed in the Dictate of Free Geese. "What the fuck are these?" thought Baklan- Where are the cormorants? That they're all white and gray, straight-haired, some fuck hangs under their beak. Nah, I'm getting the fuck out of here, thanks a lot for the crisp, but I ordered Chinese, not scraps from your table, grandma." A lot of attempts by the cormorant failed during his release from "prison" as he called it. The only thing he didn't try was to fly out the window, which was one and a half times smaller than his carcass wide, to finish the dig that his grandmother's dog tried to make a year ago, shortly before she cut him up for soup for the Korean delegation. But, whether his nature did not allow him to do anything, or his grandmother's mysteriously stole the power that gave him to fly in his long, wrong path. When he stopped, he thought. Zhora, seeing how much the stranger didn't give a shit about his herd and his zeal for freedom, which was painfully familiar to his wild parents, cooled down his passion for pussy rolls a little. Not thinking for long, he came up to the cormorant and asked: "Really, after living so much time, you could not understand how fruitless the idea of escape is? Do you really think that once you leave the Nurse, your life will be easier? That you won't have to look for a surf where you can always be full and not freeze? The cormorant's snake neck slowly turned its elongated head towards the source of the question. The answer that it uttered was very different from the expected goose that had never dealt with really free birds.
- Are you really stupid? No, tell me, did you take me seriously for yours, smart guy?
-I mean, Zhora - goose, I don't understand anything now...
- Have you really not seen our brother? Why do you look at me as if I came from the south, where colored parrots fly?
-No, I've only seen such a fag with my mistress's granddaughter when he left the vent. She kept him in a cage all the time, made him learn their language, even I remember what kind of words were. It was like "Krushcha", "good", something else…
-Fuck this parrot, have you really never seen a cormorant?
-Who is it?
-I'm a cormorant.
-Fuck it. You live at sea, don't you?
-Yeah, on the coast, there we hang out with seagulls and terns, fishermen have pussy fish and just chili.
-Are you breaking in pigeons?
-Yes, we have one seagull that ate one, fat, probably somewhere at the elevator with grain for buns sat down and ate as if it was not in itself, and she was skinny, she recently took off a plastic bag from her throat, hungry.
-Dear me. So you are not going to be like my goose?
-Well, what do you think?
-No, I guess not. That's good. Then welcome to our stable. There's so much to do here...
-I've heard it somewhere before...
-Shut up, now grandma will lead us to pasture, will you go?
-I mean, will they let us out?
-Yes, we are walking in the village, recently a man cleaned a pond, we buy in it. This year we are still clovering like dirt, I don't want to eat it.
-Fine, I will leave then.
-I mean, why? Why don't you like your grandmother?
- How can I say, no, you have everything good: they feed you, give you where to hide. But I'm really lost, and it's been a long time.
-Stop, is it not connected with the fact that you are from the sea?
-Yes, but how else? My parents came here from Bulgaria. I was born here, but I have to go back to them.
-Well, you have to.
-I mean, you have to, is it bad for you here?
-No, I need to go back to my motherland and see them.
-Baklan, by the way, I'm not here completely either. My parents are from Holmogor, it's the north of one terrible country of snowy Papuans. I hatched in Khomel, and my grandmother took me when I was 3 weeks old and brought me here. But I was not going to seriously return to the place of my own glasses?
-Why is it that I don't see that your wings have been cut off, or...?
you can't fly for another reason?
-Yes, everyone can, both I and my flock. What the fuck do I need it for, if I already have everything? It has always been like that.
-It has always been like that? Which of you is the oldest?
- There was one goose here, it disappeared a month ago...
-Well, it's common. How do old people disappear? Everybody grazes, one is left alone, they don't let him go after the herd, and that's all, when they returned it was nowhere.
Here the cormorant remembered something that any normal bird would be terrified of. The misunderstanding of what is happening, changing in the course of realizing the bitter resentment of betrayal of a once close creature, which always ends with screams and agony on the scaffold. He first saw this picture in a village near Utessa. An old hen laying hen, who had survived 3 generations of chickens, told the cormorant that he would retire in a sack of grain and with a separate toilet. And a day later, leaving the village, he flew over the backyard of its owner. And fuck ... His familiar aunt chicken, compressed by the owner's death grip, lay on the scaffold. At the moment she was slaughtered. And then the cormorant screamed: WE SHIT ANOTHER WAY!!!! WHO USED TO BE A JUDGE AND AN EXECUTIONER, TOMORROW WILL COME SHIT AND PLEAD FOR MERCY TO THE INNOCENTS OPPRESSED BY HIM.