Sun further peeking in the window of the room, facing West. I felt with increasing measures sunlight to me in the room strength return, and together with them and joy, безотчетная, but sweet.
I stayed alive, but could easily be crushed in the junkyard. And the thought of it was, perhaps, the reason for my joy, which was hidden even from самго me. Rejoiced as if something inside of me, but I couldn't understand why I do not feel this regard.
In bed I spent another two days. For this come many of my classmates came back from the hospital, recovered and slightly've medicalized wounds, and the remaining days were more fun than the first one I had to, not getting up in bed. Although I said that I am one of those lucky ones, which are quite off easy, but still I long for some reason prohibited to rise, while those who suffered worst of me, have legs. But now was to anyone пооворить. Together we remembered the incident complained about the командирова who left us against разггневанной crowd. With one hand it was a shame that we still have not coped with the гражданскии, and it подас some had caused militant flash militancy. But the enthusiasm of them broke the invisible, Kaak reefs, the rage of those in the crowd of protesters were relatives, who sympathized with their friends and tormented by the thought that had to be on the other side of the barricades from his kindred. They do not encourage enthusiastic conversations and memories of ниедавних events, but only tacitly present, when it was already quite unbearable to hear bragging, осаживли speaking. On account of everything that happened, they had completely different say. They are, if not happy, then in any case not regretted, that we got so tight.
From Grisha was no news, and it is extremely удивлло bothered me. Because even then I asked him in his note immediately contact me. Time was ticking away forever, and it seems to have forgotten that we still have unsolved until the end of the questions.
Yes, almost no time left. However, because of recent dramatic events in the city state Commission added us to prepare for exams another week, a quarter of the month, so we could to myself after, come down and dreams continued to pass exams. Their is no one was not going to cancel. But the stubborn silence Охромова and these seven days could not save the provisions of things. We were already on the verge of полногоповала operations from its collapse and our неудаачи. Wicked comparison now with all откровенностьюнаступала us on the heels, and any delay was what is called death. The plan that I had so successfully invented, was ready to fall into a tar-тарары. Yes. If Grisha will continue to be silent, sometimes seven days to fly, how to seven minutes, and then it will be too late to do anything. "I wonder what he thinks? — plagued me a question. -Or from the absolutely love crazy crazy?!"
Our lenders again assailed me and more insistent, as subsided, to claim they borrowed money. Some impatience openly expressed their suspicions our Охромычем наплетежеспособности and угррожали, time such a thing, who fill fashion, and who and to sue and to solve the issue with the official procedure: amounts were not insignificant, and no one could put up with hthis оббирают.
I had already recovered and rose to his feet, when it was Sunday, I was called at the checkpoint. Hunting meet with anyone from your friends I had, and I see no I decided not to go, when дневалный re-callandl me and said that you came from Охромова.
The people and the site for visitors — the so-called asphalted area at the checkpoint, planted lawn of roses, which SAI cadets and nursed and furnished with benches — there was little, and I , as I looked around, long I couldn't make out who was waiting for me because did not see a single familiar face. All around were busy talking. There were several parents, пиехавших to his sons, with a whole bunch of relatives, brothers and sisters, and two-three couples, fun garrulous among themselves, and quite a bit lonely сидщих waiting for someone to girls. As usual, this time of year a visitor reception center was empty. Revival here occurred only in autumn, when нибирали freshmen, and to their taking the oath, during the so-called Cruz young soldier, they were not allowed to walk in the dismissal of the city. Then there was especially a lot of people, and on weekends and in General it was overcrowded, and from this place became like bird Bazaar.
Witheйчаwith same here, it was empty, and only the sad sleepy heat soared above the ground, spilling stuffy and heat over asphalt, scorching sunlight, like resin. Нещадное July sun at its Zenith hell up lightheadedness. And the sky with no clouds, for which it was to be hoped, would deign for a little hide — it's time to lie on the beach.
Was not present on site trees — some beds of roses poured каждео morning to not burned from the heat. Попоэтому hide from the heat of nowhere, except go to конату for visitors, specially designed to shelter there from frost and heat, in spite of what the season is. But LDI somehow sat on benches stood in the middle of hell, and none of them took advantage of this opportunity, although there was shade and coolness. I thought that, probably, the duty on the cat caught a sly small and not to then clean the area for the visitors of the room, closed the door, saying that he had not. brute. In General, any among our Barat somehow missing.
Some time I stood on the edge of the platform, waiting for me come. But no one came forward. Then I went to the checkpoint and asked дежуившего there Sergeant from the second course:
-Who caused me at the checkpoint? My name Yakovlev.
-Ah, " he replied, — Yes girl's standing here. There, on the platform. However, perhaps she already left because she said that wait another five minutes, and then goes...
-Maybe she hasn't gone away at all? Which of them will go, you'll show me it. There are several girlfriends, but none of them not familiar with.
-Well, go shew, Sergeant pushed out of this chair, straightened his jacket with high collar of his dress uniform and вырулилиз his room at the checkpoint checkpoint.
We went out together and headed to the venue. Sergeant огладелся around, and then nodded towards one of the waiting:
-There she stands, and went lazy gait back in the car.
In the direction where he showed тояла girl the Bang to me. In rutoOh before she held a white leather handbag. She looked somewhere, but I somehow imagined that her eyes, pensive and sad, was converted inside yourself.
She did not pay any attention to me, and I gazed at her and thought, " who she is.
Never before have I had ever seen her. Whatever you say, and she was quite beautiful: slim, thin, long-haired, tall and leggy. Feet, so to speak. From the teeth. Hair dark brown, slightly curly, places wavy, and in some places twisting in curls like бурливой water, foaming and the raging on the threshold of a waterfall, descending to the little shoulders, fragile such, that crystal or faience. Her hands were subtly maiden, not thin, but not fat, and elegant. The skin on them was so young, and strong, with a barely noticeable brassy terrace. Oh, this maiden's skin! Its not confuse скакой another, and whether a woman in years on your face is like a young virgin, who lost her subtle, some discreet gloss, coming as if from the inside, from young juices of the body, should have given her age.
Yes! Such beauties among our acquaintances, was not. In my mind flashed a vague and dazzling guess.
The girl continued to stand there. I approached her from behind.
-Hello, — wanted to, but he dared not speak to her for some reason. You caused me? I Yakovlev, each Grisha Охромова.
The girl turned to me, then she looked long and intently, if remembering something, whether сличая the memory of their impression about me with those that saw before me.
-You, probably, I waiting for? "I asked her.
-Yes, probably, you, finally, she answered. -Grisha asked me to tell you this...
She opened her purse and brought out a sealed postal envelope, and then handed them to me.
-Is that all? — I was surprised, taking the envelope from her hands, from her thin, long and straight fingers.
-Yes, everything — girl smiled guiltily and continued, " and verbally asked to convey to you a great big Hello and said that very soon выпишеться from the hospital.
I fingered the envelope in his hands, looked impatiently it in the sun: there laid a thin sheet of paper.
-M-hmm, probably, is all, " I said thoughtfully rather to herself than her. -Well, you will be able to pass my message Grisha? You know, we now have a very difficult city.
I was excited to reveal the envelope, but I suddenly found myself thinking that I do not want to let go.
Girl paused, then said,
I don't know... Actually, I was already out And I... unlikely now see in the near future.
-As you know in the hospital? — I asked the question is not quite correct, but showing my interlocutor that I don't know. I tried to find out who she is, and if it wasn't the one about which raved Охромов... I guessed who, but I хотлось of irrefutable evidence. I even wanted to she lied. She had to understand. That тперь free to say everything. Whatever she wants and not обрменена my knowledge about everything. However, what I knew? 'm. Only guesses...
-No...
Somehow I felt very pleased that she had not lied to me, and she turned and цокая on asphalt hairpins their sandals, went to the exit, CPR, making it clear that its mission is over, and she goes: do it here, nothing more.
Apparently, she knew that I follow it, I spend at least up to the checkpoint, and was not mistaken. After a moment I was walking nearby.
-...just I was in the hospital, she continued, when I caught up with her, — and he promised to be with me right NEXm, and lay down with me. However, he came in another Department, but we are very often met.
She gave me a quick and a restless a glance in which were simultaneously and shrill curiosity, and poorly hidden coquetry. Anyway, it seemed to me.
It happened so confidently and however, it is naive and just plain that I looked at her through different eyes, probably the same as my friend, who fell in her to unconsciousness.
And it's as if lightning me садануло, struck, I felt that this girl — the Princess, beauty оторой able to enchant and enchant not that Охромова and me, and anyone.
I looked at her, as if for the first time and saw her in a completely different light. My heart stopped suddenly surging, born somewhere inside of me feelings. Breath because of this, if for the first time experienced a feeling of some kind of unusual and mysterious. Soul if soared, was out of my body and rushed free and relaxed, расправившая its incorporeality of infinity окружающго, опьяняясь its непривязанностью to the frailty of the body.
Mechanically turned that we were facing one another, and they were both embarrassed. She looked a sight, and I was seized with trembling,stood looking at it, trying to understand what it is incomprehensible that's born in me a few moments ago and pulled this is essentially the opposite sex, to this sweet creature. Charm her or external красотая? But I could not say that she was so dazzling beauty, both now and before. And charm... It is elusive, intangible, эфимерное, but still inherent human natures definitely warehouse feeling. Most likely, this presence, and at the same exact time restraint whole spectrum of emotions and impulses. Of the soul. It is not always visible, but shines through the juxtaposition of all superficial, the alien will come from this is not always pure and beautiful life, as the sparkle of the diamond happens even through the grime on a stone mud.
I could not say that the op I was going through, but now my soul is like tuned in to the waves emitted by its essence Oboyan, and I was captivated. I wanted to... to live in it.
Yes. This at a meeting with women I happened not very often: for all my life I "liked" by the ears just two or three times.
Once it was just a fleeting: I caught a glimpse of the beautiful street and can be charming, but задевшую my feelings girl. Another time it lasted longer... And here it is again arose in my heart.
Yes, I could never say, beautiful woman or not. sometimes even a common beauty did not cause any spiritual movement and left indifferent to the source of my feelings. Most likely, that my eyes punched this top layer of female charms, пленявший the vast majority of men and интитивно at some of reach, a subconscious level penetrated deeper into inaccessible to many limits, in which took place the life of the soul the one I watched. And this is the first penetration, shrill, as injection needles, told me unmistakably motives and principles of its movement. Then I thought, I'm wrong it is all just my speculation, but ultimately, the time put everything on testi place, and then, when the second hour was late, I was convinced of the truth of his first impression.
Now this intuitive feeling rather just told me that I have something mysterious and strange, charming and incomprehensible, radiating some internal warm light, like a flower, exhaling fragrance that doesn't know as потясает and captivate them insects, as well as people with its external beauty.
Between us lasted for an awkward pause, which, if troubled her, it did not disturb me. But to dispel her confusion that has possessed girl, and stop this sweet silence first, because the girl to do it was very difficult — I felt it, felt almost physically, as she fights inside himself with his moment of weakness, enveloping her just wide web, — I had to say something, speak again:
-Well, isn't he come to your home? After all, he surely knows where you live, and wants to see you.
"Damn it! I thought to myself. Zam I am asking such a stupid and нетактичные questions?"
I guess I wanted to gradually find out how far their relations. Or maybe it is already awake безотчетная, unconscious male jealousy, taking me is always so painful, and especially to the other?
Oh, this vigorous men's blood, just a churning thirst instinct of procreation! It is not her kill, probably never, even after millions of years after he ceased to live in a cave, while the will is inherent in him sexual reproduction. I CA could not give the report to the words that spoke my language.
-No, — replied the girl, still looking at the ground, if he felt something in front of me guilty -we meet with him anymore... anyway, in the near future. I was seriously infected with, and tomorrow parents take away me in the village to my grandmother, so I though нмного recovered. There the air is cleaner than in the city, and in the village there is a village.
Only now I noticed how pale was my companion. Her face had no blood, and the lips, probably, too, were white, if not lipstick, masking their natural color.
