Солдатик

The toy soldier had a uniform, amphibian boots, and a rifle on his shoulder. The toy soldier was thinking. One single thought, the size of his head: both in summer and from the April night to Christmas, and from noon to Tuesday. War. He thought about it all the time. But one day a little house appeared in his path. Inside, it was warm and smelled of food. No one was giving orders and no one was attacking. And then another thought came to his mind…