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Chapter 6. Continuation
They grieved and did not hide it, but, as wise and adult people, tried to live on, no matter how difficult it was.
They also tried to raise their young friend to their feet, arguing that little Katya needed a father, and her father needed a baby Katya.
Dmitry dismissed, because while he was not able to raise his daughter.
Moreover, now the girl has already learned to smile, which reminded him of her beloved wife.
From this, he generally refused to see her at least once a day, just silently leaving for his office when they brought him a radiant, loudly laughing parcel, which pulled his puffy arms to him.
Dmitry perceived his office as a psychiatric ward.
Of course, any mentally ill person would envy such a chamber, given the fact that the furniture was chic there, and there were no books to be counted.
But the young man felt himself slowly losing his mind, locking himself in this room.
He tried to be distracted by household matters, such as calculating taxes or spending on groceries, toys, etc., or reading books on economics and world politics.
That business was not at all futile, because his head still absorbed knowledge, like a sponge.
However, a new problem appeared, with which he could not cope.
So this evening, Dmitry once again closed in his office. It was getting dark already, the sun was shining in his back, slightly baking.
The windows were ajar, a faint breeze waved light curtains.
Silence was broken only by a pen gliding loudly on paper and the crack of wooden bills. The picture is extremely pacifying, full of concentration and attentiveness.
The young man scribbled some numbers on paper, periodically moving coarse bones on metal bars with his index finger, then, nodding, wrote something again.
It seemed that he suddenly renounced this world, plunging into these endless numbers and calculations.
His movements were as if systematized, the elbow and hand moved synchronously, his head nodded exactly in time with some kind of soundless music.
But then Dmitry stopped, shuddering violently, as if suddenly someone had scalded him.
A sweet whisper, alluring, caressing the ear, repeated his name, occasionally interrupting a quiet giggle.
The young man froze, staring intently at a sheet of paper on which his calculations for this month were written a little clumsily line by line.
He was afraid to even lift a finger, his head became leaden and cold.
Fear attacked him suddenly, dishonestly sneaking up behind him and squeezing him in his arms.
A voice said something to him, but because of fear, Dmitry could not make out his words exactly.
All he could do was study the table, breathing intermittently, because even breathing in was extremely difficult.
"-Look at me. Come on, look up. ”
Someone said affectionately.
Dmitry suddenly realized that no matter how frightened he was at that moment, he so desires to obey, because he recognized this voice, this sweet sound.
He, somehow controlling his stiff-numbed body from shock, raised his head and gasped right there.
... to be continued...
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