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Notes Of The Young Writer

And what happened after the fairy tale? 6.1

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Chapter 6. Continuation

One second, two ...

Anastasia moaned loudly, opened her mouth, trying to take air into her lungs, but she did not succeed, no matter how hard she tried. Her face turned red, a wreath swelled on a thin neck.

The last attempt failed.

The girl exhaled and her body went limp.

Then everything is like in a nightmare: Dmitry, not believing that this is the end, shook his wife, wanting to return her, then Vladimir runs up and pulls the young man away from this beautiful corpse, the doctor’s phrase echoed in his ears:

“The time of death is 4 hours 12 minutes”, it is getting dark in my eyes, it seems that the world has gone out like a match.

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People in black stand on this sunny cool day in the courtyard of the mansion.

A few women cannot stop their sobs by wiping their wet faces with snow-white handkerchiefs.

Several men frown at fresh ground.

Only a young man stands farthest from the grave, not wanting to approach her, at least while people are standing there.

He holds in his hand a bouquet of blue cornflowers. He looks at them blankly, realizing that it was precisely such eyes that the love of his whole life had once had.

Dmitry’s face expresses sorrow, inside a storm of sadness and anger reigns, that fate took his soul mate.

Only Anya could understand him, only she knew how to calm him down, only because of her could he sincerely smile and laugh, only with him was he honest.

And now the princess is dead.

Death took not only such a wonderful creature, but also his soul, leaving only a stone instead of a heart.

The world has become black and white.

Have you ever had the feeling that you want something?

For example, eat something "such a thing", but you do not know what exactly. Or, suppose you want to do several things at once: drink tea, read, take a walk, take a bath, talk with a close friend.

But did you ever want to hear someone's voice and hold this “someone” to you and not let go, even if you feel hot or sore hands?

This desire is so strong that you do not know where to put yourself. Alas, there are things that you have to put up with.

Death, for example.

The winter season has already passed, and loud cold winds were replaced by the cry of birds that were returning from the southern edges.

The bright sun shone and warmed the frozen French, who were incredibly happy to change their winter coats to spring ones.

Waking smiles were visible everywhere, as if people had been sleeping all the cold season, and now they woke up like bears after hibernation.

The town turned into an anthill or a bee hive. Everyone is happy, everyone is happy. Only one looked at all this as a silent movie.

Dmitry has been sleeping only two hours a day for a very long time.

In fact, a normal person could go crazy with such a sleep pattern and, frankly, nutrition.

But not this young man who was more like a living corpse than a madman.

Dark circles under the eyes, over which forever frowning eyebrows fell, is the first thing that your gaze came across, and you averted it, because you felt uneasy.

However, not only because of such a frightening expression, but also a heavy look that penetrated deep into your soul, making you mentally shudder, and an unpleasant chill passed through your skin.

Vladimir and Sophie have long been concerned about this state of Dmitry.

They often looked nervously at each other's meals or whispered among themselves:

“He seemed to have died with her. It’s very bitter to look at him. He needs more time, really. ”

Of course, they, too, were terribly sad because of the death of Anastasia,

Sophie used to calm down in the evenings, although there was a feeling that she was ready to pour eternal tears over a relative who died too early.

Vladimir, frowning, often looked at one point, and then, sighing heavily, shook his head, saying:

"Poor child, our dear Anechka!"

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... to be continued...

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