Circumstances (English)

"Sleeples night"

On a deep, cool summer night, a young man with unusually gray hair sat on the porch of his house. No, he never painted them, that was his color from birth. 

Looking at the endless blue sky, he seemed to be talking to him. Hulam, that was his name, did not just look at him, nor gaze, he seemed to be looking for someone in him, maybe a friend, or an interlocutor, or maybe himself ...

Peering, he caught a glimpse of a star falling, he had never seen a star fall before. Without hesitation, Hulam closed his eyes and made a wish like a little child. Another star flashed next, and another. It was like in a movie. The stars shimmered with a green-blue tint, and often white stripes of light - shooting stars flashed.

He looked at the sky for hours on a flight, and seemed to be talking with him, and a small chill from the wind passed through his body. And as if like a feather, a slight tremor passed through his bones, and the quiet, but at the same time, piercing singing of crickets accompanied their long and soundless conversation.

It was already deep night, and Hulam was falling asleep. Rising from the porch, he got up, entered the house and wiping his eyes as if squeezing orange juice, went straight to the bedroom, after which he flopped onto the bed like a large spruce that had just been chopped up, and fell asleep deeply.

In the morning, he was woken up by a doorbell. With a sleepy face, Hulam took off his blanket, put on a robe that was hanging in his closet. Looking through the peephole, Hulam saw a postman with a bag over his shoulder, standing sideways on the floor.

"Come in!" Hulam opened the door and invited him home.

On this day, surprisingly, Hulam was in a very good mood. Usually in the morning, it doesn't matter if it is Monday morning or Saturday morning, his mood is much lower than the baseboard. However, today it was the opposite. The postman was not in such a good mood. Sadness was clearly visible on his face. Hulam noticed this and invited him into the house for a cup of tea. The postman at first recanted, but after Hulam began to insist and the postman agreed.

Hulam invited him into the kitchen and poured him a cup of tea

- I haven't had breakfast yet. Can we together? - Hulam poured him tea and put it on the table in front of him

- Yes. Me too.

Hulam quickly cooked eggs and bacon and served them. Surprisingly, the postman was very pleasant and told a couple of jokes.

"Okay, I have to go." The postman finished his breakfast, thanked Hulam and went into the living room.

"You never said your name." Hulam asked.

- Charlie.

- Nice to meet you, Hulam.

Don't forget the letter— "He said, and then hugged Hulam suspiciously.

After seeing Charlie off, Hulam looked back and looked at the time. About 15 minutes ago, he already had to leave the house and go to work, and he was still in his dressing gown. He quickly ran into the bedroom and opened the closet and took the first available clothes.

Putting on his shoes, his gaze fell on the envelope lying next to him, he decided to take it and read it, but when he saw the dial on the clock, he immediately changed his mind. He threw it into his backpack and ran out into the street. Even though it was summer outside, the weather was absolutely inappropriate. Rain and seventeen degrees.

Ten minutes later, Hulam was approaching the bus stop, and as luck would have it, a brand new Porsche drives by and sprinkles all the waste water on his pants.

- Damn it!

He had no time to go back. Dusting off his pants, he noticed a small basement. It was some kind of incomprehensible, small store, which did not even have a sign or a name. Since he had no other option, he had no choice but to go inside.