[ Giving Voice To The Silent...]: The strike is on the table / Забастовка на столе
-Внимание, я прошу тишины!
Старый облезлый карандаш с обломанным кончиком грифеля постучал головой по кромке стакана. В стакан был насыпан цветной песок и гулкого звука не получилось. Но все, кто в этот момент находились на столе, успокоились и прекратили шум.
-Я предлагаю воспользоваться той возможностью, что в эту ночь мы собрались все в одном месте. Это большая удача. Я думаю, что каждому есть, что сказать. В последнее время нас часто используют не по нашему прямому назначению и этому надо положить конец. Позвольте наше собрание считать открытым.
С этими словами старый карандаш завалился на бок, откатился в сторону и слегка затих
-Это возмутительно!, - когда-то белая зубная щётка стала ещё безобразнее, - где это видано, чтобы меня, любителя белоснежных зубов пачкали пастой гойя и потом тёрли об эти вонючие медные детали?
-Минуточку, мы совсем даже не вонючие, - возмутился старый истёртый медный пятак. Его поддержала медная пряжка от солдатского ремня, случайно оказавшаяся на том же столе.
-Для кого как, - парировала когда-то белая зубная щётка. Её щетина, которая раньше была белой и ровной, выглядела ужасно.
-У меня тоже есть, что сказать,- тихо прошептала столовая мельхиоровая ложка , - где это видано, чтобы в ложках плавили свинец? Я чуть не сошла с ума от этой ужасной температуры.
Газовая горелка только слегка ухмыльнулась. Она смотрела на это жалкое сборище на столе с высоты настенной полки. Её всё устраивало.
Больше всех возмущался видавший виды нож.
-Кем мне не приходилось работать ... что мне не приходилось резать ... я теперь уже точно всё и не вспомню. Но я не только резал. Когда у хозяина не было отвёртки, я откручивал какие-то глупые винтики. Мною чистили ржавчину, помешивали какое-то отвратительное варево в кастрюле, я был прокладкой для гаечного ключа ... а сколько раз меня метали в разные "мишени" ... один раз я даже расколол красный кирпич. Хорошо, что попал в готовую трещинку, иначе мог бы сломаться и сам ...
В общий разговор уже готовы были вступить ножницы, пинцет и пара напильников, но тут в комнате зажёгся свет ...
Старый Бамбука устало подошёл к своему рабочему столу.
-Пора бы и порядок тут навести ...
Он взял нож и пару раз провёл лезвием по камню. Карандаш поёжился. Он быстро получил себе кончик с острым грифелем и отправился в какой-то ящик.
Остальным повезло меньше. Широким взмахом руки Бамбука сгрёб содержимое стола в одну кучу и смахнул в коробку. Коробка была отправлена под стол лёгким пинком ноги. Оставшись без предводителя карандаша компания примолкла.
Забастовка была прервана обычным способом.
EN
- Attention, I ask for silence!
An old shabby pencil with a broken tip of the lead tapped its head on the edge of the glass. Colored sand was poured into the glass and there was no booming sound. But everyone who was on the table at that moment calmed down and stopped the noise.
- I propose to take advantage of the opportunity that we are all gathered in one place this night. This is a great success. I think everyone has something to say. Recently, we have often been used for other purposes than our intended purpose and this must be put an end to. Let us consider our meeting open.
With these words, the old pencil fell on its side, rolled to the side and subsided slightly
- This is outrageous!, - once a white toothbrush became even uglier, - where has it been seen that I, a lover of snow-white teeth, was stained with goya paste and then rubbed against these smelly copper parts?
Wait a minute, we're not even smelly at all, - the old worn-out copper nickel protested. He was supported by a brass buckle from a soldier's belt, which happened to be on the same table.
For anyone, - a white toothbrush once retorted. Her stubble, which used to be white and even, looked terrible.
I also have something to say, - whispered a tablespoon of nickel silver, - where has it been seen that lead was melted in spoons? I almost went crazy from this terrible temperature.
The gas burner only grinned slightly. She was looking at this pathetic gathering on the table from the height of a wall shelf. She was fine with everything.
The most outraged of all was the battered knife.
- Who I have never had to work with ... that I didn 't have to cut ... I definitely won't remember everything now. But I didn't just cut. When the owner didn't have a screwdriver, I unscrewed some stupid screws. They cleaned rust with me, stirred some disgusting concoction in a saucepan, I was a gasket for a wrench... and how many times have I been thrown at different "targets"... I even cracked a red brick once. It's good that I got into a ready-made crack, otherwise I could have broken myself...
Scissors, tweezers and a pair of files were about to join the general conversation, but then the light came on in the room...
Old Bambuka walked wearily to his desk.
- It 's time to put things in order here ...
He took a knife and ran the blade over the stone a couple of times. The pencil shivered. He quickly got himself a tip with a sharp lead and went to some kind of box.
The rest were less fortunate. With a wide wave of his hand, Bambuka scooped up the contents of the table in one pile and swept them into a box. The box was sent under the table with a light kick. Left without the leader of the pencil, the company fell silent.
The strike was interrupted in the usual way.
Правила конкурса от @soulfuldreamer
Rules contest from @soulfuldreamer
ough ough, Bambuka, would you rather listen to them prattle on, these lowly tools knick-knacks with their melodrama! If only they knew the true essence of existence – to serve their purpose without all this fuss. For example like this ol' chair. Did I ever complain that my masters often leave their huge piles if dirty clothes on me?
Did I ever protest when I can't breathe through those foul smelling undergarments. Ough ough, my cough from all those dusty rugs that were once dumped on me. Did you hear me lamenting!
But alas, they're too caught up in their own trivialities to grasp the bigger picture. Ah, the folly of these ungrateful creatures!
Don't they see the wise bambuka, the so-called master of these ungrateful beings. With his weary gait and authoritative air, he sweeps in like a tempest, disrupting their nonsensical banter with a mere flick of his wrist. He wields his power over them with an iron hand, relegating them to their rightful place.
Ha ha, Maan did you see, how they cower before him. I enjoyed the very sight. This stupid pencil forgot to include me in the strike. If only I were the leader, how would bamboo kick me under the table. Ha ha. Well served!
No one can stop the old chair from rambling and responding on my behalf.
I hope you understand @soulfuldreamer's limitations this time...
Thank you for giving the voice to the silent! The strike was short-lived though
Funny and sad ... but this phrase can be applied to most people who have adopted the values of the consumer society. Everyone is focused on problems that are really insignificant and does not see the common abyss ahead.
Oh oh, you've got a lot going on... This naughty, ill-mannered heap of little minds...! You need new... stuff ;-))
)))) even when I have new "toys", they will have exactly the same reason to express their displeasure.
They don't understand the main point, if I have a separate "tool" for each operation, my attention to each of them will come much less frequently. They'll be bored and rusty for most of their miserable existence.
Basically. I can get by with just one knife.) And after all, that means that knife will be the most honoured and sought after of the lot ))