我,小业主。我,想自杀。生活真是无聊,是各种账单以及收据构成的财务报表罢了。但我自杀没有其他理由,我的狗养的肥肥的,穿着件红色的坎肩在家里跑来跑去而且会自己在厕所里拉屎。我没有那么多奢侈的理想,比如——想活到三百岁。烦恼,无聊。所以,我得安排一下。念头起于我开车送孩子上学,当我愉快地从孩子的教室出来时,却发现一张暖昧阴沉的脸和表情。一个秃顶谢顶的男人,带着一个厚厚的犹如啤酒瓶子底一样的眼镜。吃惊地看着我。我的心情顿时糟糕,尽管我们没有说话。但他的眼神中充满了莫名的暗示,这令我有压力。是的,我知道上个月,我在税务报告上玩了点小小的花招——我虚开了增值税发票,那是我在火车站附近悄悄买来的。这真是一桩肮脏的罪行,但我作了……我故作老练地看着窗外,那里阴霾满天,好吧我啥也看不见。还是说那个暖昧的男人吧。尽管我背对着他,但我依然感觉到他 I, small business owners. I want to commit suicide. Life is really boring, is a variety of bills and receipts form the financial statements nothing more. But I committed suicide for no other reason. My dog’s fat man, wearing a red waistcoat, runs around the house and shit himself in the toilet. I do not have so many luxury ideal, such as - want to live to three hundred years old. Troubles, boring. So, I have to arrange it. The thought started when I drove the children to school, and when I came out of my child’s classroom happily, I found an insipid face and an expression. A bald top man, with a thick glasses like the end of a beer bottle. Looked at me in surprise. My mood suddenly bad, though we did not speak. But his eyes filled with inexplicable hints, which put me under pressure. Yes, I know last month I played a little tricks on the tax report - I faked the VAT invoice, which I bought quietly near the train station. This is a dirty crime, but I made it ... I watched as an old man out of the window, where the haze was over, so I could see nothing. Or that ambiguous man right. Although I back to him, but I still feel him