Omelette

— Yura, Yura. The quiet whisper of my little brother broke through the darkness of sleep. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw the blurred silhouette of Mitka. Rubbing my eyes, I squinted at the boy. Blonde hair and two blue eyes looked at me with pity. — What is it?— wheezing in my throat scratched my throat — We want to eat. I turned over and closed my eyes — Ask Mom to cook — And she and Dad are sleeping, drunk.. Again. Having overcome the desire to wrap myself in a blanket, I got out of bed and began rubbing my face trying to wake up — And where is Sveta? — I'm here I jerked in surprise. A small blonde girl was looking at me with her blue beady eyes, sitting in the corner of the bed at my very feet. — Okay, okay. Let's go to the kitchen," I got up and stretched, "but quietly. They nodded and immediately quietly slipped out of my room into the corridor. I went after them, the cold floor under my feet caused goosebumps on my body. Going into the kitchen, I looked around the dirty kitchen with displeasure. There were bottles of vodka on the table, an empty plate, apparently there was an appetizer. Mitka and Svetka are already sitting at the table. — So, let's see what we have here, — I yawned at the last word. Opening the refrigerator, I could barely contain a disappointed sigh. Not much. — For breakfast today we will have an omelet with cheese and ... —, I took out an old moldy tomato, grimaced and threw it into a bucket with garbage, —pasta!— Having fished out a small container with my lunch from the depths of the refrigerator, I put everything on the table. — I'm beating the balls!—Svetka jumped off the stool, took it and quickly brought it to the cooking table, put it on the floor and stood on it, quickly took out a deep plate. The amazing thing is that she did it almost noiselessly, however, this fact was sad enough for me, knowing exactly why she learned to do everything quietly. Mitka did not lag behind his sister and immediately rushed to the pull-out shelf with cutlery. — And then I'll mix and pour!he took out a whisk and started waving it in the air. I patted the little ones on the hair, confusing them more, from which they indignantly puffed. — Let's get to work, then, while I cut the cheese and heat up the pan Mitka and Svetka immediately set to work. Svetik took a knife and beat the eggs with it, and Mitka gave her these very eggs and pulled out the shells that got into the plate. At this time, I quickly took out the butter hidden in the depths of the freezer, and after cutting off a piece, threw it into a frying pan to heat, I quickly cut the cheese into thin layers. — All of us! As soon as I hid the butter and cheese away, I went to the stove. — Come on, just be careful. Mitka nodded, carefully picked up a plate with already broken and mixed eggs and pasta, and went to the stove. — Well, come here, —I squatted down and lifted the boy in my arms, it's hard of course, the kid is already eight years old. Mitka carefully poured the contents of the plate into the frying pan, and everything instantly hissed and squealed. Putting the younger one on the floor, I quickly threw cheese into the omelet, took the lid and covered the future breakfast with it. — So, now quietly let's clean up everything while we get ready. The younger ones nodded. Mitya took out a saucepan, poured in cold water, the only one we have, and I helped him put it on the stove. We lit the gas and waited for the water to boil. At this time, the younger ones were wiping the table, and I was throwing out empty vodka bottles. After a while, the water boiled and the omelet was ready. I quickly put breakfast on two plates for the children, poured boiled water into mugs and brewed tea. Mitka and Svetka sat down at the table, and I quickly washed the dishes in water diluted in a saucepan, trying not to rattle too much. Sitting down at the table, I watched the younger ones eat while drinking the cooled tea from a mug — I'll have to leave the fifth lesson today, I'll come to the shift a little earlier, maybe I'll earn a little more, — I thought. —Yura, why are mom and dad drunk all the time? Sveta's question pulled me out of my thoughts "Because they are irresponsible people," I replied. I had no desire to cover these drunks somehow, I felt only disgust for them, nothing more. — Without-your-own people?— Svetka tried to repeat, to which I nodded with a laugh, — Well, almost right, —I watched with a smile as the younger ones ate. — Aren't you going to eat?Mitya asked me. — No, I don't want to, come on, eat the last products at home, otherwise these will come right now, they will take more.. Mitka and Svetka looked at each other and began to cut off a piece from their omelets, and then put everything in a plate standing next to me and pushed it to me —Here, eat, you need to —said Sveta — Yes, you want to eat too!Mitya echoed her. A gentle smile appeared on my face from the realization of their concern for me. — Thank you, dear ones — I took out a fork and began to eat too. After eating, I quickly washed the dishes for us. — Are you full?They nodded.— okay, and now let's run on to sleep, we still have two whole hours — I wanted to add "I hope" but I didn't dare. I hope those two in their bedroom don't wake up before we leave. — You and I want to! I couldn't refuse them, so we all tiptoed to my room together. I closed the door behind the lock that I had attached myself, and we lay down on the bed. The younger ones had managed to grab pillows from their room, and now we were lying under the same blanket, warming ourselves against each other. I put my arm around them and hugged them to me. — Yura, thank you, — Sveta said quietly — For what?— I didn't understand what she was talking about. I kind of always let them sleep next to me whenever they want. — For being so good. You're not without.. The way Svetik tried to repeat this word made me laugh. - yes! You are very responsible!— but Mitya managed to repeat the word the first time. Their words both hurt his heart and enveloped him in warmth. — You are my family, let's go to sleep already—I hugged them tighter and soon they began to fall asleep. — And for the omelet, thank you — Sveta said already in a half-doze. I sat up, stroked their heads and exhaled wearily. — Please, my family...