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Old House by Olga Demidova

Hamerský mlýn 2025

“You sit on the couch with your legs in his lap and you ask him every stupid question that flies into your mind.”

“Favorite color,” you say.

He tips his head to the ceiling.

“Brown.”

“Oh my god. Brown?”

“’S wrong with brown?”

“Dirt is brown. Mud is brown. No one’s favorite color is brown.”

“But you’re realizing, as you’re saying it, that you’re wrong. His hair is brown. Deep brown, dark brown, like a forest after rain.

His eyes are brown. Light, sometimes, like water over silt, and sometimes almost-black.

His flannels are brown: brown and red, brown and yellow, brown and something, and he always looks like autumn.”

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