A boy of 16 and a man of late thirties stood silently looking at the grave. The boy barely held held back tears, but tried to stay calm. The man looked unpertubed, as if it wasn't his brother's grave.
-Why are you whining?
-I'm sorry, I just can't help it.- the boy said and sniffed.
The
day before yesterday they learned about the death of his brother. No
one understood what happened, he just shot himself in his own
apartment, although there was no reason for it. The police tried to find
the suicide note, but found nothing. All relatives and friends claimed that this person just had no reason to die. He had a
great job, a lot of friends, and a young pregnant wife was waiting for
him at home after work.
At the funeral, everyone wept, especially the younger brother. He
grieved the most. The middle brother did not shed a tear in the ceremony, his face even read some joke.
"But why? How could he do this to
us?" -the boy whispered. The man remained silent. He didn't know what to
say. Or maybe he did, he just didn't want to talk right now.
He was the last person to see him alive. They were chatting at home, drinking whiskey, and it looked like this wouldn't be their last meeting. The elder spoke about the successes at work, about the preparations for the birth of heir. His brother nodded with a tight smile, tapping his fingers nervously on the table. Everything was good, everyone loved him, and it terribly annoyed the middle brother, because he was poor, lonely and his only talent was the ability to forge handwriting. In one of the meetings, the middle brother suddenly realized that he could not stand any more words about his brother's wonderful life. A thought came to his mind: what if he would play a cruel joke with him? Just a joke, innocent but cruel. For example, say that he was fired.
The middle brother learned that his brother's wife was gone to visit her relatives. He wrote a letter on behalf of his wife, that she was leaving him, and a
trip to his family was only an excuse. Asks not to look for her and to
burn the letter. He put the letter in the box and waited for his elder
brother to call him to tell him what had happened. Of course, in a week,
his wife would be back, everything would fall into place, but for a
week, he would see his grieving brother, and it was worth it. But hisbrother didn't call. Not today, not the next day. Two days later his
wife came back and found him dead with a gun in his hand.
Hello,
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I think this task was very useful and I enjoyed writing it. I guess it can help to develop imagination. At the very beginning it was a bit difficult to make out the plot, but then it was OK. I can say that it was one of the most interesting tasks during the semester.
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Удалитьthanks for sharing your feedback on this task. I'll consider including such and similar tasks in the course