IT'S LIKE A FAIRYTALE
"I listen, yes, Allo ... what a joke in the morning?
I? Why surprised? I'm even very happy ... "
Sveta regretfully cut down the morning embello, thinking that young people had no such songs for a long time. I suppose, the words of this do not know: the visor. More and more so something: Dum doom. DEEP HOUSE. Jump Up. Did the words. No sense, no depth, no melody. Grabbing the handbag, cut himself: quite in Starikovsky was scattered ... What do you do, let them listen, what they want ...
Automatom: Door-elevator-entrance-gate-taxi. You can translate the spirit, throw the keys in the bag, make lips. A taxi driver, a bald uncle from Central Asia, began with the question: "How we go, so that without traffic jams?" A monologue began to pronounce about himself: "What am I, God, God?" Restricted to the storm: "By navigator".
The navigators in front of the uncle were two, he called him an emphasis with the emphasis and drove it to his expensive, not on monitors. Of course, on Leningradka, they stuck in traffic jams. Sveta wanted to build on the road, but then it was nervous: time was in the edge. In the traffic jams, the uncle pulled out the bills from the socks, lovingly smoothed them on his knees and once again fell out with an elusive gesture. Svetka slept, presented how these feet-smelling bills keeps in his hands some niggling oligarch, paying around at the expensive restaurant ... Although the oligarchs have more and more cards ... Previously, Goldly got gold, now there was a turn of platinum and some more black ...
Svetka again drove again, but the driver had already shrilled in Sheremetyevo. Sveta grabbed the suitcase and flew on his stiletto to the terminal. Again with a machine: Deliver Baggage - Control - Exit - Bus - Drapp ... Clock-belt-shoes-laptop ... "What do you want to drink?" We wish ... "What a robot can wish," Sveta thought ...
The trip was to have been tight. It was necessary to organize almost a new business on the ruins of the old. Meet people, look for frames, rent a room, enter into contracts ... The new thing, the office is new - Sveta was to be extended, but to do all the chiki-bunches. From this trip depended, they will leave it in the company or snoce. Nobody canceled the trial period, and he was at the very beginning.
Flying passed in reflections: when to meet, what to say what to do. Certain notes were still in Moscow, but how it will work out there - who knows ...
The South City met with a wet foolot, arrogant taxi drivers, almost grabbing hands: "Taxi, taxi, inexpensive." "Inexpensive" turned out to be quite comparable to the prices of Moscow bloodshots, but Sveta did not bathe - the office paid the cost. From the Taxi window, the city looked a green village with unsystematic and innocent new buildings. However, here is not a village, and the village, I remembered Svetka. Under the soul-catching chanson on the radio, she paid out and entered a pompous hotel.
And stumbled on the threshold. On the table near the reception stood a portrait of a vitaki in a mourning frame. Svetka downed on his hairpins to the table, hoping that it was designated. There was no inscription in the portrait, but this, of course, was he - a little-aged, a little sad, but with the same cunning look.
-Who is it? - hoarsely asked Sveta, who seems to have refused everything at once: both legs and voice.
"The administrator crashed with us," the girl loosely loosely. - so horror! Tomorrow funeral. Did you book the number?
Crashed. Administrator. And she did not know that he lived in this city.
In the room, she carefully closed the door and fell on the bed.
Crashed. Administrator.
"I'm even a snack. Hello, a hundred years passed.
One hundred years has passed, I say. I do not hurry, no ... "
He loved this song of the evidence. And sang her great. Then. In a past life.
When they were still together.
When he was still alive.
She never loved anyone, except for Vitaki. Happiness covered them immediately, they were sure that they would live together and die in one day. It's like a fairytale. Everything was so cloudless - so disgusting, gently imposed cloudlessly, that it simply could not end well. And in one not a wonderful day, some creature called her and said that she was pregnant from Vitaki. And mentioned a few details that convinced the Sveta that it was true.
Such grief, like then, she never experienced. The world collapsed, which was supposed to exist forever. She did not know how to transfer it, but one thing she knew for sure: no more Vitaki in her life. And she ran away. Not explaining anything without trying to talk. Just chosen all the ends - overnight. He took the documents from the Institute, went to a random friend in God forgotten Siberian City. No man knew where she was. The only time in the life of Sveta was pleased that she had no parents - they would have to say.
Seven years she lived in that monstrous wilderness as Zombies. Neither feelings nor desires nor communication. Somewhere worked, something ate. Even smiled. Even joking. But he felt that all Ice. The years went, and she did not pull out, although Cracini.
Then returned to Moscow. I didn't want to live as before, but in Siberia, it was quite nursing. In Moscow, not to cross with familiar from the past life, took the apartment in another area and was filed to the producers. Despite the internal icing, with people, she converged easily, was systemic and responsible, and everything somehow went. Most recently moved to work in a serious company, led an interesting direction. I did not forget anything, but the ice in the chest became smaller, the Svetka chose buddies familiar. She did not know where Vitka, what was he married to that creature. I forbid himself wanting to know it.
While someone there, upstairs, did not poke her nose into a photo in a mourning frame.
Tomorrow funeral.
She could settle in another hotel. She could start a business trip from another city. So there is no - it is lying here here, loosen from the unbearable pain and poured with tears.
Tears.
She cried for the first time during these twelve years. And could not stop. As if the ice inside it consisted of frozen tears, and now she will cry until it pays everything ...
On the door knocked. Breeding Sveta, putting a towel to face, - type, only after the bath - opened.
- Maybe you want some tea? - Girly with the reception was clearly boring to sit without a business. - We have a samovar in the hall there are cookies.
- Thank you, now I will come.
She washed with cold water, still with a terrible lump in his chest, swept in the hall.
"Look, we have here and with a chamber there, and green," the girl was pathologically word.
- Yes thank you. Delicious. And what does your administrator work for a long time? Well, that is, worked?
- For a long time. He came to me, ten years, probably, and even more. It was good, everyone loved him. He organized the club here, Bardovsky.
The girl sobbed, it seems more of the decency.
- Children probably remained?
-No, he had no family. There are a lot of friends, but there are no families. We have alone to him and so, and the EDAK rolled up - a man is young, prominent. Well, in the sense, was. But he just joked. We thought he was from these, well, the Gomik, - the girl slightly embarrassed. - Well, such as men and men did not notice. Strange, yes? We have a girl who you know, are the most beautiful in the country. Another Aksenov wrote, we read the teacher at school.
The girl thought about the difficult share of local beauties, and Sveta went out into the street. The sun fry, disgusting some bushes. There were two bronze dogs on the corner, next to which on the wall was a quote from Mayakovsky. Mayakovsky, unlike Aksenov, drew the attention here not to girls, but on dogs.
Vitka lived here. On this street, by these dogs he went to work. How was he in this city? Why was so many years stuck in this hotel - with his abilities?
She understood suddenly what should learn anything about him - today, tomorrow. Then it will be impossible. Returned to the hotel, I learned the time and place of the funeral.
In the cemetery - huge, it seems, more of the city itself - in the morning there was a bake. Sveta barely found a grave. The people were not very much - as she understood, colleagues at the hotel, neighbors and friends, for some reason with guitars. She tried to do not look at the coffin, in the morning Valerian women, but was afraid that he would not help. Nestaray still woman in black crying without ceasing. They whispered around: "Mother ... such a loss ... pumped up ... to survive the Son ..." began to talk about what Vitka was wonderful, talented and kind. Svetka suddenly thought with anger, that she already knows it better than others. And probably, if she were next to him, such would not have happened. She would feel, she would not let him down ...
- Will you talk? - one of the men approached it. She stared, and everything turned around. Votikina Mother, lifting his head from his son, looked at Sveta for the first time and quietly, but clearly said: "Come and Light."
Svetka measured. Vitka did not have time to introduce her to his parents, and his mother just can't know her.
- Come, light.
Sveta approached, badly thinking. A woman extended her an old shot, on which they with Vitaka, the young, laughs, were in the midst of their happiness.
- So I met, - slowly, woman said hardly. - He always wore this photo. After you ran away from him, the pills were brazed, barely fade. Then came here. My finger poked on the card - he still had, where to live, like. If not with you - anyway.
She looked at Sveta exhausted look.
- God is your judge. Only he did not understand the very death, for which you are with him. I did not even talk.
Svetka, clinging her mouth, so as not to howl, slowly moved back, for black backs, so never looking at Vitka. It could not be. He is probably somewhere in another city, married a child to school leads. And this, in the coffin, is unknown who. And this woman is unknown who. And the photo - you never know where you could take this photo ... Maybe Vitka lost her a hundred years ago, and these ... picked up ...
She returned to the hotel, drank more Valerian and turned on the radio. Sang a visor.
In the morning, Vityakina Mom called the hotel to meet with light. On the acknowledged she was told, where she stopped. A word of thoughtful girl, who again stood on shift, long and unsuccessfully buried the room, worried, escaped for the administrator of the veins.
The doctor from the ambulance said: the heart stopped in a dream. She did not suffer. Just fell asleep.
It's like a fairytale.
Just delayed for a couple of days.