It was a lucky phone. He was hanging in a booth, on the corner of a busy street. Most of all, he was happy when someone picked up his phone and started spinning the dial, dialing a number. Oh, how many worries and worries he experienced together with the regulars of his modest gray booth! He heard fervent declarations of love, warm words of hope and joy, laughter at the drawing, cold detachment of phrases. Everything passed through him by the impulses of human destinies. But the time came, and he fell silent. Somewhere inside, there was still... no, not a beep—a hoarse whisper. With curses, those who did not get a call for 5 kopecks threw the phone on the lever. Some even left the phone hanging, and he wheezed and wheezed in the silence of the night, listening to the howling of the blizzard. But one day he was completely taken ill, disassembled and taken somewhere. It turned out to be a landfill. There he lay under the cold piercing rain, the frost of the blue winter and the scorching rays of the sun. Already the tube was hanging on a bare wire, the numbers on the drive were worn out and everything was coming to a sad end. One day a kid found it in a landfill and brought it home.
Voices rang out:
— What have you brought again, my onion grief?
— Leave the child alone, let him mess around — whatever business he will be busy with.
— Mom, it's a phone! I'll sort it out, maybe there will be something there.
— The phone, you say? Let me see. Yes, urban. Even the inventory number looks through. And what is this? A carved heart. Bah, yes, this is the same phone from the pay phone on the corner of Khovanskaya. Do you remember Sveta, on this phone I confessed my love to you for the first time.
— Is that really why? And I called him from the women's clinic, having run into the market to celebrate the expected addition to the family.
— No, it can't be disassembled. After all, he is part of the history of our family. Here, Vasya, fix it, and we'll hang it.
— Why do we need two phones?
— We will hang it in your room and we will call, call you for dinner or lunch. You're so immersed in your hardware that it's not enough for your mother to just call you.
It was a lucky phone. He found his rebirth in a modest apartment in the south-east of the city of N.
