Желтые обои

           Throughwatchingsomuchatnight,whenitchangesso,Ihavefinallyfoundout. 

           ThefrontpatternDOESmove—andnowonder! Thewomanbehindshakesit! 

           SometimesIthinkthereareagreatmanywomenbehind,andsometimesonlyone,andshecrawlsaroundfast,andhercrawlingshakesitallover. 

           Thenintheverybrightspotsshekeepsstill,andintheveryshadyspotsshejusttakesholdofthebarsandshakesthemhard. 

           Andsheisallthetimetryingtoclimbthrough. Butnobodycouldclimbthroughthatpattern—itstranglesso;Ithinkthatiswhyithassomanyheads. 

           Theygetthrough,andthenthepatternstranglesthemoffandturnsthemupsidedown,andmakestheireyeswhite! 

           Ifthoseheadswerecoveredortakenoffitwouldnotbehalfsobad. 

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           Ithinkthatwomangetsoutinthedaytime! 

           AndI’lltellyouwhy—privately—I’veseenher! 

           Icanseeheroutofeveryoneofmywindows! 

           Itisthesamewoman,Iknow,forsheisalwayscreeping,andmostwomendonotcreepbydaylight. 

           Iseeheronthatlongroadunderthetrees,creepingalong,andwhenacarriagecomesshehidesundertheblackberryvines.