One such an elderly Matrona Asya now I watched. In a complete combat coloring, in an asymmetrical bright sundress, hung on one shoulder, on the high platform, in a fluttering scarf she rushed across the beach restaurant as an exotic bird. First requested the "Cuchara Grande, Grande", hands and all the body showing how the Grande should be the so-desired spoon for salad. Then she just went, as if demonstrating outfits and makeup, while one of the twelves did not make it a compliment to her, noting "Multicolor" her outfit, after which she defeated the waiter on his cheek, blossomed and went, finally lay the salad to his table.
That's strange, Asya, and Spanish, and French francs go in black, and we dress in all the colors of the rainbow, and our opposite ...
He herself was not already - alas! - Young, but also old it was impossible. Although, depending on whom. When her five-year grandson asked how old she was, and heard in response: "Fifty," he reacted briefly:
- I'm shocked!
Asya and herself was shocked. From how quickly life rushes how younger is irrevocably far away. Of course, she looked fine, but ... But, for example, not for these dark handsome beauties with trays in their hands - for them she was a little different from the seventy-year-old Matrona in the fluttering scarf ...
Asya ordered dessert. Inzhar with Mascarpone and Mango - Actually, she went to this expensive beach - a bottle of water seven euros! - Because of the inefficient dessert with a stunning taste combination. Asya loved the exquisite meal, finding in it, as in good shopping, calm.
And soothe was after what. In the morning, they again collapsed with her son again. Actually, all vacation, thought out and planned in winter, was held in permanent quarrels and skirmishes. As the newlyweds, taking over to each other during the honeymoon, the mother and son started from any word, carefully protecting their borders, seeing in the words of another catch or mockery and not holding back with the answer.
Klim and in general was quick-tempered, aggressive, in addition recently broke up with another girl who had a marriage to marry him, and now anyone, even the most innocent remark of the mother hurt him. And Asya, also not silent: she did not like the methods of educating the Klim's son - her grandson, by the way. I didn't like that Klim all the morning and the evenings was lying on the bed, playing some stupid zombies, I did not like that the boys scatter everything, do not remove after themselves and so on, and so on ... and read notations without end was disgusting, and To tolerate it all - why is it? And what to do, it was completely incomprehensible ... The world in the family seemed unattainable.
Stupitskaya was undertaking - go on vacation together, for the hundredth time for these days I thought asya. I wanted it better, but it turned out as always. It is necessary to stop these trips in this composition. Let them go to themselves, and she can travel with a friend or together with her grandson ...
In the morning, Klim got a mother to the beach, grunted that he would hit her, and they left at the next amusement park. And Asya caught herself on thought, as far as she was better than one with her son ... No, of course, she loved the clima, but too, both of them somehow painfully tied to each other. But it's time to decay, start living every my life.
Asya slowly drank coffee, the tension after the morning quarrel was slowly released. She lacked how to learn to drive and there will be one to come to the blessed Andalusia, where the hot air and the cold sea are also great complement each other as fig and mango in this dessert ...
She swam. And sunbathe. And also floated. Warm public - Russians with beach bags Louis Viton, numerous family of Arabs - preferred to the cold sea pool, and she swam alone on the whole beach, happiness and from this loneliness too.
Klim did not call, and long ago it was. She scored his room - the son did not answer. Asya, again felt irritation: what a dependence, now there would be one, would love to the car and - myself the owner itself - I went where and when I wanted ... Now, wait, when they drop out, remember her ...
Okay, God is with them. When will be shown, then they will come. Asya wrapped in a towel and tried on a chaise lounge under quiet music.
She woke up the phone call. Son called.
- Well, really? - she said in the phone.
- Mom, you just don't worry, we got into an accident.
Asya suffocated, as if she had sharply went into the cold sea.
- Seryozha?
- Earrings nothing, scared a little bit and frightened, and I was in the hospital. I broke the leg. Gypsum came out.
Asi escapes from the heart.
- What is the address?
In a taxi on the way to the hospital, Asya began to strangle the rage. Surely Klim flew along the motorway as crazy. Also drinking beer, one hundred percent! And the baby did not fastened, the miracle is still so easily separated! And how to let them go to relax alone? Now she will express everything! By God, the second leg breaks, it will not seem little!
And Asya ran into the hospital, enraged as Fury.