She was ready to describe her first general cleaning in three months, which lasted several days: a modest one-story house with an internal attic turned out to be as big as if the space in it had been enlarged, trying to accommodate as many different things as possible - and today her new landlady was waiting for guests for the first time!
Anya closed her eyes, exhaled, stood up and looked out the window.
Nikolai Sergeevich died this spring in early April. Whether he managed to touch the clouds or not, Anya didn't know how many treasures his house still promised. Similar letters were often inserted into books by her grandfather for an "extracurricular reading", when in late August her parents brought Anya into town. She hid them in a box that she wouldn't show anyone; when it was very cold and Lev Pavlovich and his house were missing, where she lived for three months of summer, Anna opened the envelopes. And it looked like her grandfather was still sitting next to her. She smiled.
And the sun returned to her.
Turn and tilt the seat - like, not bad. Look at the clock immediately: only salts after 20 minutes, but I want to leave immediately. Look in the kitchen for the last time to be sure of his...
- What the... Nonsense!
The nonsense was sitting in the kitchen (along with the dining table) in the company of a jug of fruit juice and an inverted jug of nuts, ripped from the need to choose something and start with it.
- But you don't even eat it! - Anya looked back for something that could be thrown into ugliness, self-animation in the middle of a service that was already perfect (okay, who was cheating, but was trying to do it!).
The nonsense was in a slight mess. "Really?" He looked at the unimaginable and unimaginable red liquid in the decanter and clearly decided it was time to push the boundaries of the ordinary.
- Wow, that's a bulbous face! I almost squeezed this grenade with my hands! Get out of here!
"Well, this time it didn't work, so next time it will..." - humbly concluded a striped cat, in fact absolutely omnivorous, with inimitable grace flew to the window sill and went to the appetite.
Anyone hastily returned the peanuts to their proper appearance. "I must be on the track at 8:30. "To spend the longest half hour..."
It was only fifteen to seven. He couldn't stand still even for a second.
Anya jumped three steps and almost took the gate off the hinges. He quickly left the house, breathing in the air, which was not suffocating, but warm and fragrant with the freshness of the sea. The wild bird was entangled in his hair, forking a nest of long reddish-brown threads. The sun gently warmed his neck, his collarbone, his face and hands, his golden eyelashes.....
It was so easy and beautiful to breathe.
The path unfolds, descending from the juniper-plated plateau, Anja walks rhythmically, like a person dancing, hearing the whisper of the noise that carried the sea breeze to the shore.
A high overseas sky, already waiting for an opportunity to rock behind the mountains at night. The sunset ran over the western edge of the water, reaching both orange and pink.
By nature, Anya was a contemplative, and on any other day she froze on the cliff, completely lost in the sense of belonging to something immense and eternal - this happened to her at every corner: Anja looked at the sky more often than under her feet, for which she paid for many small bruises and bruises. Ana was desperate without growth but stretched out like a small green leak.
...Bright and saturated in the west, mysteriously dark in the east....
But now he is taking a step forward. There were so much excitement and impatience that Anya couldn't contain her emotions - it seemed like she was about to laugh again or not, and that she would fall on the run. Her head was empty and bright, her face glowed with the stupidest, happiest smile in the world, her eyes laughed. Hurry, hurry!
...And now he was already running in her shadow, swimming away from the hair of her mouth and coiled his sneakers in the tall grass. Climbing the mountain, at dusk, climbing. Eventually, of course, her breath stumbled, then Anya stumbled on some obstacle, taking little time to put her hands in front of her, but when she got up, she happily realized to the children that the trail was too close, it was already visible because of the branches, and as if she had found a second breath, passing through the bushes forever.
She left for the street, under the stained glass roof of a large sink - the old bus stop. She fell into the spa....
