Larisa mobilized the entire margin of English, but the waiter, similar to a strongly reduced Schwarznegger, did not understand. Schnitzel and Schnaps, it means, I understood, but there is no coffee. And what is incomprehensible? Coffee - he is in all languages of coffee and there.
Larisa looked at the sides helplessly on the sides and came down with a look at the bumping blonde at the next table. She leaned toward Larisa and asked in Russian:
- Can I help you?
- Yes, I wanted to order coffee ...
Blonde quickly explained with the waiter, and Larisa could swear that she said the same thing: "that coffee." But for some reason, the mini-guestsnegger thought, threw clearly, ran away.
Told the usual conversation of compatriots abroad: long ago, they had come long ago, and what would you advise you to see, and how long it was raining.
The blonde willingly told, and Venya, who accepted the chat on his chest, did not take oil eyes from her.
Oh, how Larisa knew this look! And the truth is to say, the blonde was just in his taste: with forms, with big blue eyes. Unlike Larisa, skinny, wearing brakes, a shame to tell the first size, and inherited a light layout in the eyes of some, apparently, the Tatar-Mongolian ancestor. Larisa and herself did not know what Venya found in her, but something, it means, I found it, since she was now sitting next to him, and not this blonde, although busty.
Blonde, fortunately, quickly ate his carrot souse and left, and they still sat down for coffee, losing rain. After her departure, Larisa looked at Venu with a reproach, he immediately blushed and began to justify:
-What are you, what are you? Well I talked to her! See, suggested to try spitz tile!
Larisa laughed.
- She corrected you, said, Tafelshpits.
- Tile, Tafel - What is the difference? I will remember with the tile faster!
Venya, though he was a primitive womanist, but was distinguished by a good character, loved to drink and joke. They had a relationship with Larisa, as in the old Soviet film, she did not remember the name: he was married and was not going to divorce, they met from time to time. Larisa was happy and that, although from time to time it was broken, sobbed into the pillow that years pass, there are no children, there is no husband, and you have to change something. Pluckling, calmed down, he said to himself that some had no and that, and everything went to her!
They even began to leave together on vacation. Two years ago, the first time was abroad, in Florence. Italy stunned them, fascinated, and now Vienna, where he managed to come now, they compared with that unforgettable trip.
-What is it, rains just pursue us! Do you remember, in Florence, also lilo all the time?
Larisa felt absolutely happy. And then, when Venya wrote a wife's wife, and then when they together chose gifts to her and children. Nothing, she is not greedy. She can split it with his wife. I will not lose it. There are no others.
Not that she loved it so much, but it was somehow more fun with him. Not so lonely. Havaica, calmly. There was some meaning in life. And without him what? Home work. Work home. She had no girlfriends, her parents lived in Astrakhan, seen with them every few years. They had a dacha with a boat on the Volga, and Larisa sometimes it seemed that fishing parents love more than a native daughter.
In Vienna, they broke off in full. I tried the entire Schnaps, went to the area of winelers - Hojurick, on the local, - bought home wines. This Taffetz, this also tried them - nothing special, beef and beef, she does not cook worse.
Returned to Moscow, and life went to her! House-work, work-house. About Vienna reminded unless the porcelain figure of Sisi, their empress, was obsessed with their own beauty. With Venia met, as before, once a week. Sometimes, when he had business trips or had children, less often.
It all ended when a wife's wife, an experienced manager, transferred to Yekaterinburg.
- You see, Lar, they have a system of such - managers to change places. For more than five years, actually do not hold in one place, and Oksana has been seven years old in Moscow. Well, I will not bother them, you know. Children are small, you are the first to condemn me.
Larisa Kivala agreed. Of course, how can you throw children, do they blame for something? And in the chest pounded by some metronome: "E-Ka-Te-Rin-Burg. Yekaterinburg. Ka-Fel Spitz. "
"Yes, we are with you even in Paris we fly, Lar," Golovney Venya poured. - Now you will get up there, in Yurba, this, and find options!
Life ended, suddenly understood Larisa clearly. Now only home and work remained. And life - ended. Now she is thirty-three. Well, she will live for years to seventy. So, it remains thirty seven. It is necessary to somehow stretch.
- LAR, Well, what did you upset? - Voen's voice returned it to a conversation.
"Well, upset, of course," Larisa smiled. "But you are smart, I know, you will definitely come up with something." Fresh, take it on the road, you're my cafeclils!
After leaving the vein, she threw a thin sisi to the trash can, carried out the garbage and began counting up a new life.
Just thirty seven. She will cope.