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      The next day Oscar had a lot of fun with his new toys. He tied Silver's legs and nailed one of his heels to the end of the drill, and began to spin him around like an astronaut in a centrifuge. After spinning around on the drill for five seconds, Silver immediately flew out, crashed into the wall and fell at the table, and Oscar just laughed. Then Oscar turned his attention to Sonic, who was hiding under a checkered box. — Hey, how did you get here? — he asked him and, pushing out the box with his foot, took it in his hands, and then decided to play tormentor. — Speak! — he added and pulled him by the ring on his back, after which the sensor said: — It is my duty to save my comrades from the oppression of the evil Dr. Robotnik. — LIE!!! — Oscar shouted and threw him on the floor, next to the window. — I see you through. But we can loosen your tongue. — he said, opening the curtains at his window, took out a magnifying glass and aimed a beam from the sun using the magnifying glass between Sonic’s eyes. Since the eyes were the only ones made of plastic, when the beam was hot and refracted, it began to smoke. — Tell me, where did you hide the gold?! — he said threateningly and grinned, at that moment his mother called him: — Oscar, breakfast is ready! — GREAT!!! — the boy shouted with joy, throwing the magnifying glass into the corner and ran out of the room. He was in such a hurry downstairs that he forgot to close the door behind him. At that moment, as soon as he came to life, Sonic screamed at the top of his lungs, raising his head up, and then quickly ran to the can with the remains of cola, picked up the can and poured the remaining contents on himself to extinguish the smoke between his eyes. Shadow comes up to him, covered in needles and pins, because Oscar used him as a voodoo doll to curse his older sister and relieve stress. Sonic began to help his friend pull out all the sharp objects from him and when they pulled out the last one, Silver, who was missing his right arm, approached them. — I'm proud of you, Sonic. Anyone in your place would have spoken long ago under such torture. — he said. — Where is your hand? — Shadow asked him. Silver looked at where his hand seemed to be, but it wasn’t there. — A-A-A!!! No! Hand! Where's my hand? he panicked, clutching half of his head with his other hand. If he had both hands, he would have grabbed his head with both of them. Shadow began to shush him and cover his mouth. — Hush, hush, don't shout like that! They might hear us. Now we will find her. — Having calmed Silver, the black-scarlet answered and went under the table, because Silver came out from there and perhaps lost it somewhere there. At this time, Sonic took out a spoon and on the back side, tried to see in front of his eyes the black dot left by the magnifying glass. — I hope this can be fixed? — he asked himself, rubbing it lightly and noticed that the door exiting the room was open. — The door... Open?... We're free. — Wait, Sonic, we don’t know what’s there. — Shadow tried to stop him. — I’ll tell you A-A-A... — before the blue one had time to finish, the same ugly mutant toys stood in the way. CinemaSins: Why don't they let them leave if they themselves help them escape later? AntiSins: First of all. Why are you spoiling? And secondly. They may have tried to talk to them, but they can't. — They will eat us, do something! - Sonic asked, hiding behind Silver. — Close eyes! — asked Shadow, activated the slingshot on Silver’s other hand, which he still had, took all the needles and pins from the floor, which were removed from him, began to quickly load them and shoot at the ugly toys, and Silver, in turn, tried to aim. But not to kill them, but simply by shooting under their feet to at least scare them away from you. With each shot they slowly moved towards the door, and the mutant toys ran back and jumped to the sides. — Sorry guys, but dinner is cancelled! — says Silver and rushed with his friends out of the room. — As they say, visiting is good, but home is better. — Houses nearby, houses nearby! — Shadow repeated to himself, stopping near the steps, he immediately began to quickly go down them and repeat to himself: — There is nothing better than home. There is nothing better than home. But it was only early that the black-scarlet one was happy during the descent. Once on the first floor, the dog Hurricane itself lay in front of him and was still dozing like a marmot. Gulping in fear, Shadow slowly walked back up the steps, looking straight at Hurricane so that he wouldn't wake up and notice him. — How can we get past it? — There must be another exit here somewhere. — said Silver and ran further along the corridor, beyond the fracture. Sonic ran after him, while Shadow stood still and took a long time to recover from shock. Turning his attention to Sonic, who, waving his hand, asked him to go to them, he lay down and crawled towards them. Finding himself near the wall where the railing ended, Shadow stood up, but did not notice how a couple of threads from his fingers on his hand got caught on the protruding sharp edge. Without feeling this and without suspecting it, he crept further behind his friends. At that moment the threads stopped stretching and the small fingertips fell off the hand. They came to another open door that led to another room. Taking a slight look inside, they saw not a room, but rather a workshop. All sorts of old toys made of wood hung on strings on the walls and ceilings. Airplanes, trains and all sorts of cars. There was even a real wooden doll, somewhat reminiscent of Buratino and dressed in the same clothes with a hat that looked like a cap. Some of them were even painted. Somewhere in the corner there were paint cans with brushes, a roller and tools for cutting trees. Next to the bed there was a work table with a lamp shining on it and on which someone’s feet in old shoes were sticking out. Looking away from the table to the seat, the hedgehogs saw the owner of the legs. The man was very old, apparently about seventy, or maybe eighty. He held one hand on his chest, and the other was lowered to the floor and seemed to be reaching for an empty bottle. He sat in his chair and snored. — This must be Grandfather, Oscar. Or rather, not that grandfather, like the one who waits for his grandson at the dacha with his grandmother every summer, but that grandfather’s brother. Another one, to put it simply. I thought he had died a long time ago. — Sonic said. — He did all this? — asked Silver. — Yes. — suddenly they heard someone answer them. This same wooden doll came to life and crawled slightly to the edge of the table to talk to the toy hedgehogs. - You shouldn’t have come here. Andrew has been in a bad mood for a long time since he became an alcoholic. After that he even stopped making new toys. — And what happened? — Silver asked in a whisper. — Everything was fine before. He was a good toy maker, like his father and his father's father. It was hereditary for him. He even hoped that his son or at least his daughter would also become craftsmen by inheritance and make wooden toys, like him and his ancestors. By the way, he made me the very first, but did not sell me, but kept me as a souvenir so that I would remind him of his first attempt. Even under the Soviet Union, every person had everything. Everyone did theirs for the sake of others, and not just for themselves, and sold them for a small amount of money. Back then, if you didn't know, all prices were much cheaper. No one was dependent on money, the sky was full of doves, absolutely everyone was hardworking, there was almost never crime... And that's all... Absolutely everything... Toys, devices and tools were made conscientiously and not for the sake of money. But after the collapse of communism, new toys began to appear, like you from other countries, which many people began to buy. And everyone has stopped buying his toys, considering them all old, which no one needs and is useless. He was so upset after that that he stopped working. Well, until Oscar showed up. At first, he then made these very toys only for him, but then after learning that he was breaking them, exploding them and throwing them against the walls, he became angry with his grandson and forbade him to go here to his room and generally take any toy from here. Even me. Since then, he stopped making us at all and now only drinks. — Explaining all this, Buratino even had a tear roll down from his right eye. Silver ran to the empty bottle, which the old man could not reach, sniffed the smell from the bottom of the bottle and realized that Buratino was not lying to him. — Yes. There used to be beer there. At that moment the old man woke up and got up, and Buratino managed to run back to the place where he had been lying before and stopped moving. The hedgehogs managed to hide under the nightstand. Andrew's grandfather picked up the empty bottle and threw it against the wall, breaking it, then shouted: — DENNIS!!! DENNIS, BRING ME MORE WINE!!! URGENTLY!!! — Now, now, dad. — Judging by the voice, Oscar’s father said this, and by his voice he was scared, as if he was afraid of his grandfather. Grandfather himself was so angry and grumpy that he could not wait and went out in a rage and accidentally tripped over a couple of threads. Andrew fell to the floor, but managed to grab the floor with his hands and thereby almost got hurt. He noticed the threads behind the door and pulled them slightly. They stuck out from some white tips. He looked in the other direction, where the threads went. Right under his nightstand. He pulled on them too, pulling Shadow out of hiding. — No! — Sonic, scared, wanted to shout out and run out, but Silver managed to grab the blue one by the mouth with his remaining hand and hold him back. Grandfather pulled the toy plush black and scarlet hedgehog by his hand, from which the tips of his fingers fell off and were held together by threads. — Where did you come from? — the old man asked the toy, as if it were alive and would answer him. But still, the toy seemed cute to him, despite the fact that it was made of fabric and fluff, and not wood. Out of curiosity and reluctance, he took it with him, sat down again at his desk, put Shadow with his severed fingers on the table and took a needle from one of the drawers along with a spool of white thread. - Let's see! — What is he doing? — Sonic asked Silver, but the latter himself did not know anything. All they could do was sit in cover and watch. On the one hand, it seemed that he wanted to stab Shadow’s toy, because it seemed alien to him and not made of wood, as Buratino had mentioned, but on the other hand, judging by the threads, it seemed that, on the contrary, he was trying to sew him up. In this case, perhaps, despite the decline in spirit after the departure of communism, perhaps at least a drop of something good remained in him. Andrew at this time still continued to sew his fingers to the hedgehog’s hand, from where they had come off and were sticking out like threads, and at the same time he sang in his ear: — Oh frost, fro-o-ost. Don't fre-e-e-eze me-e-e! Don't fre-e-e-eze me-e-e! My-y-y ho-o-orse-e-e! At that moment, Oscar's father himself ran into the room and he was really scared and afraid of his old father, like fire. With trembling hands, he presents him with a new bottle of wine. — H-h-h-here! — he stammered. — A! Well well. Now. Put it here, next to it! — he asked him calmly and continued sewing up the toy. Not expecting such an answer and without a violent reaction, Oscar's father Dennis was at first in shock, but did not argue with him and put the bottle next to Pinocchio, after which he quickly ran out of the room, as if he was afraid of being hit in the back by scissors or another sharp object. Andrew at this time has already finished sewing the fingers back to Shadow and uses scissors to cut off the protruding ends of the threads. — Here you go! Now you're as good as new! — he told him, lifting him up and slightly tugging his fingers. This time they tightly adhered to the hand and did not come off. After checking, grandpa put it back on the table and looked at the bottle of wine that Oscar's dad had brought. He wanted to take it and start drinking it, but at the last moment he changed his mind, looking at that plush toy that he helped for no reason. Putting the bottle back without even drinking a drop, he sighs heavily and takes Shadow back into his arms. — If you were alive, I could tell you everything, friend. — After a pause, he almost cried. — Now, if the Union had not collapsed in the nineties, and children and their parents would have continued to buy new toys from me, then I would have continued to make them. I would calmly work day and night... And even fix broken toys. Be it our own, or those like you who came to us from abroad. But with the advent of capitalism, all children now play other games, and if they break them, they simply either throw them away and buy themselves new ones, exactly the same, or take them to other professional craftsmen who repair them for the sake of money and sometimes something... then they leave them broken, so that they can later return to them and cut off even more money from them. Now I can't earn a living like before. My life is already over. Having expressed everything to the toy, he put Shadow back on the table, took out a handkerchief, blew his nose and slowly left his room. This time he walked along the corridor calmly and sometimes limping, for he had not left his room for a long time. Never in my life. Shadow, at the moment when Andrew left, came to life with his mouth slightly open, looked at his hand, to which he had sewn his fingers back to him, and was a little shocked. — He... fixed you?! — Buratino couldn’t believe what he saw and heard. Its creator was able to repair the toy many years later. Not made of wood, but made of fabric. And for the first time, the wooden toy saw how the old man did not touch alcohol. — Shadow, how are you?! Buratino asked a concerned Silver, who, instead of Sonic, somehow climbed onto the table. — I’m fine... Guys... I... I don’t believe it... He was able to fix me... — Shadow himself didn’t believe what happened. He was absolutely sure that it would be impossible to repair and that it would end up in a landfill. — It looks like your master is truly a master. Real professional. — Sonic said, turning to Buratino, and smiled. However, his joy immediately changed to sadness. He felt sorry for the old man. He actually made very good toys and used to be in demand. But everyone forgot about the toy maker. They were replaced by plastic toys, which were more interesting to children. But Andrew is not as bad as he seems. He just wants to bring joy to children and be needed by someone. After all, he was not even interesting to his own grandchildren. Oscar broke his grandfather's toys without any conscience, not suspecting that he was hurting him. He had his doubts about the girl, but suspected that she also showed no interest in her relative. Sonic couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if children sometimes spent time with their grandfather. How happy he would be... Whatever. Even his own son is afraid of him! She doesn’t try to find a common language with him and generally tries to catch his eye as little as possible. — Oscar, give the toy to Stephanie immediately! — a menacing scream was heard from the corridor. The toys looked at each other in shock and hurried down to find out what was happening. Carefully looking out from behind the slightly open door, they saw nothing and heard only voices. Apparently they belonged to Andrew, Oscar and Stephanie. — Back off, grandfather, we'll figure it out ourselves! — the boy answered rudely, continuing to snatch another doll from his sister. It seems he doesn't even know that elders need to be respected. Enmity between brothers is common and no one really reacts to it. But talking to a man of respectable age like that was the height of arrogance. — I said, let her go immediately!!! — the grandfather got angry and grabbed his grandson by the shoulders and tried to pull the bully away from the girl. Andrew knew that the boy was deforming toys for fun and that he could not be corrected. He tried to help at least his granddaughter so that she could have a happy childhood. — Leave me alone, you old stump! — Oscar turned around and pushed his grandfather so that he almost fell. — What came over you?! You should have stayed in my room with my little pieces of wood and kept my head down! — By the way, I'm trying to help you! Stop you from irreparable consequences! — the old man tried to reason with the child. The boy could really do a lot of trouble if he didn’t stop in time and didn’t realize what he was doing. — I don’t need your help! You better take care of yourself! You'll soon end up in a nursing home! — Oscar shouted, his face already red with anger. — Grandpa, you really should leave. We can handle it ourselves. — Stephanie said, deciding to end this argument. She calmly turned her relative around, because he did not resist and stood rooted to the spot, and began to push him out of the room. — Bu-ut baby, I was trying to help!” Protect you and your toys! As in childhood. — Andrew came to his senses and tried to establish contact with his granddaughter. — Thank you, of course, but we will decide everything ourselves. — the girl answered and closed the door right in front of her grandfather’s nose. Andrew stood in front of Stephanie's room for a long time, rooted to the spot. He could not and did not want to realize that he did not even need his granddaughter. He had long been disappointed in Oscar, so his older sister was the last ray of light in his life. Now he too is covered in clouds. Misunderstanding was replaced by anger. Grandfather clenched his hands into fists out of anger and quickly walked towards himself. First, his son and daughter-in-law hint to him that it would be better for him to go to a special institution, and now their children are ordering him around! Noticing the owner of the room, Sonic and Silver rushed to their hiding place, and Shadow and Buratino returned to the table and took their places, almost dropping the bottle of wine. Andrew returned to the room and sat down in his chair again and decided to have a drink. He was just reaching for the bottle when Shadow's plush caught his attention again. Again ignoring the drink, he picked up the toy. — You heard?! Now my granddaughter doesn’t even need me! My little Stephanie is ready to cover up for this monster and make me look crazy! But she once came to me for protection from him! When he first started breaking toys! — Grandfather said in a raised voice, after which he calmed down a little, looking at the toy, and spoke calmly. — That’s when Oscar’s mother began to think I was going crazy. After all, I forbade him to come into my room... One day he finally got in here and broke all the toys that I made then. Can you imagine? But I wanted to give them to him! I barely had time to save my very first toy. I even named it in honor of Buratino... I used to really like this fairy tale... The elderly man paused, as if gathering his thoughts, and then continued. — That day, I physically punished my grandson for the first time. Hit him a couple of times. Not much, as an educational process. He immediately ran away and screamed like crazy. My daughter-in-law found out that I had punished the boy and immediately came running to me screaming for the whole house to hear. She kept saying that I had no right to raise my hand and somehow contradict her “angel”. Then she told me this... It's better for you not to know. Then I rightly noted that she should at least sometimes be strict, because when he was three years old, he was already spoiled! Then they threatened me that they would send me to a nursing home if I didn’t stop poking my nose into things that weren’t my own business! — Andrew tried to imitate his son's wife, speaking in a high-pitched voice. — Nursing home? — Silver asked in a whisper, not understanding what he was talking about. — This is the place where older people are taken by those who cannot or do not want to take care of them. There people look after them and provide the necessary treatment. True, in most cases there they become useless to anyone and turn into a so-called “vegetable”. — Sonic replied, then immediately fell silent. — You probably don’t know what a nursing home is, right? — Grandfather asked, as if Shadow had heard him. — Conversations about this place became more and more frequent. Now even my grandchildren want to send me there. But I’m only sixty-five! — After these words, the old man lowered his head to the table and burst into tears. The three hedgehogs were sincerely surprised, because the man seemed much older. Even Shadow almost couldn’t stand it and came to life before the old man’s eyes. At that moment, grandpa himself saw how a tear appeared from somewhere on the right eye of the doll and flowed down. At first he thought that perhaps it was one of his tears that fell on him, but he remembered very well that when he calmed down a little, it was not there at first, and appeared only later. There was even a real feeling, as if the toy was really alive, really heard everything and was sorry to him. Shadow, by the way, really felt sorry for the old man. Even looking at him with his own eyes, he imagined himself in his place. They essentially looked almost identical in the shower. At first, those who were previously loved by everyone, and then rejected even by those who loved you with all their hearts and trusted you. And all because someone has appeared in the family who is loved and valued more than you. Although, logically, they could, for example, find a compromise so that each of them would be loved at least in turn, or just as lonely. Even Sonic and Silver. After listening to all this, we imagined everything the same. After this, Sonic finally understood why Shadow was so afraid of being alone and no longer being David's favorite toy. Moreover, in contrast to him, because he was probably the only one who came to terms with this and tried to be more optimistic about it. And Silver could no longer look at it or listen, retreating to a corner, he lowered his head to the wall and thought: — “What have I done?” — he thought. At that moment, Sonic comes up to him and puts his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. Then at that moment Silver says to him: — Forgive me! It's all my fault. Maybe it would have been better if I hadn’t been made at all and given to your David for his birthday? — Of course not, Silver. You are a special toy. You have everything that, compared to you, we can nervously smoke on the sidelines. Well, in a figurative sense, but not seriously. You have everything. Voice indicators with buttons, wings, the ability to glow in the dark and much more. Give you a spacesuit so that you have buttons to open and close the helmet, and then you’ll be absolutely super. A wonderful toy. — Sonic convinced him. While Silver listened to him, both of them did not notice how Andrew took Shadow with him and left his room again. — On the other hand, you are even more wonderful than us. I mean, how can we compare to a toy like you? For example, I can only... — at this moment he pulled himself by the ring on his back and his voice sensor spoke for him: — I have ticks in my sneaker. — David will still be better off if he continues to play only with you. If he likes you so much, let him play with you, and Shadow and I, so be it... Maybe we'll stay on the street... We'll be lost toys. — Sonic finished. — Don't say that, Sonic. I'm sure David will have a place for you and Shadow... I assure you, we will get out of here, return to his house and he, missing us, will be glad to see us and will play with all of us. — Silver Sonic was already trying to convince him, and then he remembered about the old man with Shadow on the table, who were no longer in the room. — Where are they?