Perron breathed autumn. People with backpacks, suitcases, bags, wrapped in scarves and coats purposefully moved: some in cash, some to the train, someone - to go into the city. Everything seemed very busy and things nobody no to that crept up in November, followed by the winter comes, or before it cant birds on the fifth platform flying somewhere in African latitudes, leaving us city dwellers to spend the winter in the gray metropolis .
Too busy people. Too business city. Too rapid fall. Even the sellers bought the coffee stalls give quick, like it is time to close.
I was standing at the box office ticket sales daily and confused trying to keep track of what happens to catch his position in the general rushing. No, I did not catch. Moreover, perhaps the best solution - also start moving.
The move, like all quickly, without thinking, without thinking about autumn, nor winter, nor on the forthcoming trip to Moscow, or the fact that I would return from Moscow I was in the winter, the snowy city. I'll be back, and then all will be somewhere to race, there will be no case to anyone before winter. And most importantly - I'll be all alone. Alone in the apartment, all alone on the way home from work, all alone in a cafe.
She announced that the train to Moscow is filed under landing. I sighed and moved toward the platform. Behind someone pushed me in the back: "Well, not the same one! Why go on the sides glazeesh? "- A serious lady clearly wanted to break through to the first carriage and quickly overtook me.
I am an outsider, but behind me, someone bumped. Preparing to hear another indignant question, I turned around. "Sorry! Thank you very suddenly regrouped in this series, and I have not had time to adjust your route! "He's not in a hurry. Slowly he said even stopped. Its as if the accident has brought to this platform. And absolutely no luggage. Just lost.
"Nothing! " - I smiled. "Where is the ninth car, far away? "- And indeed, I lost. "I do not know my fifth, I think ..." - nothing more rewarding to say I could not. "Ouch! Yes, there he is! Irkaaa! "- And my stranger leisurely rushed to embrace the conductor. I slowly moved on, leaving behind his short companion with Irkoy, the conductor 9 of the car, and their joyful hugs and talk about who is stronger missed.
The train started moving. To Moscow, I watched the autumn trees and rare clouds, wondering why their 30 I found a young man who would come to meet me to the car, like this one, Irkin ... man, I guess. Perhaps I was too busy with work or, for instance, the nature as it is today.
Conductor somehow especially carefully offered tea, carefully studied my passport, or comparing data with the ticket, or just the same as I was in no hurry. She asked why I return ticket. She smiled, knowing about the trip. Then he offered tea.
Then there was a long gloomy Moscow and the decision of intricate work issues. On the day of departure at the train station in Moscow, I deliberately went slowly. I dreamed that now again with someone accidentally come across, but he will not go to meet the conductor, and will go with me in the same car.
I look for me this time, no one offered. The conductors are either tired of the trips, or did not get enough sleep - the route was not the most convenient and the train arrived very early.
Look slid the gray rainy platform. The train slows down. I imagine solyus a hurried crowd. Greeters were few. Apparently, during the earliest. Among the rare people on the platform, I grabbed something familiar silhouette.
That's it ... Irkin husband. Again came to meet her ... That's the relationship in humans. Again, not in a hurry. Again he smiles contentedly. He stopped next to my carriage. Strangely, we have other conductors. Probably I lost again. I got off the train.
"As a business trip? "- It is to me. I got lost. He caught my confusion. "Since you went to Moscow, my sister. It is the conductor. And your car was driving her friend, also the conductor. I was told that you are on a business trip. And not married ... well, if you believe the passport. And, fortunately, the ticket you have been there and back, so I did not have much to do anything. "
I do not know what to say. I weakly believe in the fact that, faced with the girl on the platform, it is possible to fall in love ...
He almost read my thoughts. "Not that I've seen all those with whom I face in the streets ... It's just ... you are so confused that day were at the offices of daily sales, it seemed to me like you do not own the station in the noisy crowd. And then as you slowly walked to the train and it is so unusual for our city, I thought it would be good to you so leisurely walk in the park. I myself do not like to rush. "
I was silent. I thought. I rejoice. "You do not mind? ". I smiled slowly and confused. I did not mind. And very, very not in a hurry.
Grey My real love story
I like people. I know that the man with his personality, with its fantastic beauty of the inner world, will always interest me. It so happened that on my path of life met special people. I like a beacon. And they - like ships.
According to laws unknown to anyone, through tiny nuggets of magic coincidences and accidents, the great ocean of fate brought him to me!
We met on a summer evening at the party, which took place outside the city. The company was gay and motley: from 16 to 30 years. I was familiar with the mistress of the villa. She introduced me to him, "This is our astronaut - Tema. He, too, believes in karma. "
They looked at me as if green eyes and scanned through his snow-white smile glowed in the dark.
We began to talk about general topics. My daring mind and inquisitive intellect competing with his erudition. Just forget about the time we stayed until dawn. For one night we met the spirit is very close. Sitting with him shoulder to shoulder, I suddenly felt he - my old friend.
Every day Artem called me and we traveled in space of ideas, images, desires for hours. Both were delicate time of puberty, so the subject is not just pop up in conversation. Love is becoming clearer with each meeting. But he was in no hurry to invite me into your space, we remained friends.
At the time, a student, I wanted to go on dates, flirting, love. And wish came true: I offered to meet with fellow senior year. It was the love and awe of a steep rock guitarist. About the feelings I shared with Artem through letters, which gave at the meeting. But I was not aware that the revelation hurt him.
All it revealed after six months. In another friendly meeting we watched the movie, sipping a beer. "When will you find your ideal woman? "- I asked jokingly. His answer was surprisingly serious: "I have found it."
Screening the movie, we went out into the fresh frosty air. Chagall's arm, fooling around and singing a song of your favorite band. We did not want to leave. He talked about my last letter, thinking aloud. And suddenly, in the heart fluttered, my wild guesses began to take shape in the clear thought: "He loves me! ".
Metering, I took his hand. We stopped near a lamp and looked at the sky. It is snowing. Thousands of white, fluffy snowflakes were flying fast to the ground. It created the illusion of flight, if we move from the ground to the boundless space. We have been criss-crossing the magic of a winter night, we kissed.
It was a difficult and complicated relationships. His love for me was hard for me and for him. With a natural flair, Artem felt fine all my mental state. And I do not ever want me to "read" like a book. With him was fun to abdominal pain! And passionately in bed, sweetly. However, in everyday life and the serious issues we have not agreed.
Our Love is the candle died out, then flashed again. We were both tired of feeling the cutting needs of each other. Therefore, once he made his decision. It is expressed by a line from the song Zemfira, "Give me your hand, I shake her and parted forever ..."
On my part, there have been attempts to come back, I wrote emails and paper letters. But then - silence. I resigned and realized that he acted wisely. Over time, everything fell into place, and my heart seized new flame.
I love to feel how much is left inside of him. Memories are represented in the image of the city. The level of mutual feelings - landscape. Laughter, tears together - the sky. General Discussion - street. Difficulties, lack of understanding - the strength of the walls. Only we understand symbols, words - interior. It's all still lives in my heart!
