I went through my sunset peak, and the shadows were lilac. The road in the distance of golden red slowly turned blue. The soft edges of the clouds almost touched the calm of the evening water and prepared to sail forever beyond the confines of the world.
Perhaps it is one of the best sensations to look into the distance waiting for the moment of a close encounter with someone you love and who you really want to see. In the minutes you wait by the side of the road, dusty and dry ("When was the last time it rained?"), you realize above all how unbearable you missed someone. And maybe you can't stand it anymore - the time is slowly getting longer - but you don't feel like you're going anywhere anymore, even if you're half an hour late, one hour late....... That you are ready to stay like this forever - at least on the edge of the road, at least on the edge of the universe - and to wait, and to believe that you are about to appear on the horizon.........
The twilight, which smelled of easy prey, was sudden and immediate. The sun, which sent the last distress signal, disappeared under the water column, leaving only a sad pink light, but this wake will soon slip into darkness. The first spirits of the stars appeared, and the lights - many windows and lanterns - burned in the village above the slope. Anya was alone in the thickening of darkness.
A few buses passed, one of which stopped, but no one got off. Sometimes the cars would flash, and a little anxiety would creep in: what if the right one, the same one, came after being a little confused? Anya sat down and hugged herself through her shoulders: it was cold, and she didn't accept hot things, because of her usual distractions.
The headlights were flashing forward. One sixth of the consciousness, which could not be explained, realized that it was the right one.
For a few minutes they stood by the side of the road, like inhabitants of different worlds. Anya clung to her fingers in her hair, nervously crossed long ripped wires and rushed to pick them up in the tail, like at school. The silence drags on. "We have to say something, now we have to say something!
There was panic.
- And... and nothing changes in you, Korableva. For the first time in my life, I saw you for the first time in my life with your hair loose - both at night and with your hair no longer loose - the girl standing in front of Ana did not start to dare.
As the mountain fell asleep in the clouds, the edge of the moon came out.
At dusk, the contours of the moon finally came together to form an entire image. And firmly rooted in memories, once accustomed to every little detail of the image, suddenly it was no longer as she had imagined, go here.
Anya seemed to freeze from the inside.
Is that Lera Reiter? Extended like an arrow. Tight black jeans, a bright red. As if it were woven by the wind of the night......... Yes, it is. But she was so mature. And, what a terrifying, icy and icy word...unknown.
- I see that here you have fought against humanity
- once again tried to get them out of the hole in Lera's dialogues, which were even more courageous. Unlike Ani, shyness and silence have never been characteristic of her, either together or separately. But the dialogue is when there are two people to talk to. And Anya felt almost physically like a fish. The same stupid and suffocating, completely confused, not knowing what to do, what to say. One thought after another: "It's like teaching, but not yet teaching. Another new person - he doesn't even hold his head as he always has", "And if you had grown so big that you never took me seriously again", "How much have I missed in your life? Can I be called your friend now? I literally remember many of our letters, but these are just letters, we haven't seen each other in a year! And it seems that in a year you can change so radically that..."
- Then we move on to sign language", sighed Lera and knew the distance between them with a decisive step: "How I missed you, A-anka!
Anya felt like a climber, carried to the fire, pulling out from under the snow.
He remembered that smile so well. Always a bit ridiculous, and charming, and completely inimitable - for this somehow discreetly divide the mountains and melt the ice in one person. I remembered this vibrant impulse - you didn't have time to think about it, and she has already done so and hasn't let me return to my senses. What you would dare to do forever.
