Smilies

My eternal smile "Smile". Where, the corners of his mouth lifted up.
I can't speak from childhood. The Disease.
When there was no self-service stores, I wrote a house on a piece of paper that I need to ... for Example:
"Sausage "Doctor's". 500 grams.
Tea "Lipton". 1 pack. 100 grams.
The Bread. 1 loaf"
...and gave the seller. How many of these papers have called in my pockets...
I always carry a pen and pad. One of them, battered, lies in front of me.
Leaf Through.
"I need to withdraw money"
"How do I get in a Communist?"
"I can't talk"
These letters. On slips of paper. Not the words that were spoken in graphite. I hate them. And these letters. Here. On the monitor. I also hate them. But I write because I want to tell. And it's stronger than hate.
Because I made myself smile. Bought cardboard, felt-tip pens. Painted on them: "smile", "sadness", question, "joy", "laughter", embarrassment". And show.
I have a smiley, where ear crossed cross crosswise.
I have a girlfriend. Sometimes, in the morning... Tell me. Tell me, why there is no emoticon "Look, how beautiful dawn."
But I think this smiley.
I have only a smiley "pain". Because it don't have to paint.
Where her mouth turned down. Where froze dust.