The words sounded like music when he told her about how wonderful people of the future would live. They will not know anything about illness and suffering, grief and death. Just when the time comes, they will go into a narrow gap, where the sun is hiding, and there life will continue. Only very different: even more beautiful and enthusiastic.
There people live as if on tiptoe, all the time drawn to the noble and beautiful. And new worlds and horizons open before them, each of which becomes better than the one that you left a moment ago. And not to admire him at this time is decidedly impossible.
He was young, handsome, handsome and purebred with the very pedigree nobility that gives every gesture of a person, every movement a captivating decorativeness and even a little deliberateness, which can only be covered by the charm of a blind man.
He was so carried away by what he was talking about now, that he seemed to forget that she was nearby. And the song of his thoughts flew up, crumbled and crumbled like trills, like the artless roulade of the lark, proclaiming to the world its splendor, when the world itself, having long been aware of this, has long languishedly enjoyed itself.
In fact, he was short and frail, with a disproportionately large head, turning on a skinny neck, crowned by an excessively large Adam's apple, almost 360 degrees. The mouth was big, perhaps even - too big for his sharp face. But when this face blossomed with a smile that was radiant, even if you watched it in profile, everything was forgotten, everything in the world. And suddenly, an elastic male baritone began to accompany this fantastic smile. And - everything: the enemy is defeated. And if, to all this, it was also not an enemy, but a man who was ready to love, then his heart was forever given to Alexei.
Yes! I forgot to introduce him to you: Alex. Twenty-seven years old. The son of strict parents who did not stint on the education of their child. By this moment, he already had a higher education. And not a toy - humanitarian, but the present - technical. Two languages. He spoke English and Spanish almost fluently. Smartly, at least to immediately translate the lyrics and the words of the actors into the movies. And Alex played the violin.
Among other things, his expensive telephone, which he himself collected from several non-working ones, contained a dozen images in which Alyosha was captured with some stars of even the first magnitude: Valery Todorovsky, for example, hugged him on the shoulders in a friendly manner.
If suddenly his inspired monologue interrupted the phone call, then he smiled a little guilty, looking at the interlocutor, and then exchanged a few phrases with the receiver.
In the next instant, he turns his eyes behind the barred window, looks through the thick bars of the armature into the courtyard, and suddenly begins to almost scream:
- And I, you know, what I would like? .. In our boring yard to set up a garden. And certainly to the cherry. Like Chekhov. And so that every spring the trees bloom, proclaiming to the world that life is endless. Even here! ..
And already screaming, almost frantically:
- Even here! .. Even here !!. Even here !!!
She takes her eyes off the knitting she has been busy with all this time, and looks at him over her glasses. Then he takes a deep breath, sighs so that the white coat on her chest heaves strongly, and unexpectedly strictly says to him:
- But if you make noise, Alyosha, I’ll go to the head physician’s office and from there I will call your mom and dad. They will come and take you from us! ..
- Where will they take it? He asks in almost horror, immediately all contracted somehow. - Home?
- Of course, home, but where else! ..
He cringes even more, bends almost in half, approaches the obese nurse, grabs her hand and pleads, almost childishly:
- Alevtina Ivanovna! Darling! Just not that, I beg you. I will behave myself and I will not make noise. Only don’t give me to mom and dad! ..
He gets on all fours and puts his head on her knees. And he looks at everything, looks at the window grilles. Then, sobbing already quite like a child, he continues:
“Better here, in a madhouse, than at home with them.” Mom always, when she comes to my room, looks into my eyes and shouts somewhere behind her back: “Leon-and-go! Well, come here !! Slap this animal so you don’t look so impudent !!! ”
- That's it, my disease! It’s better to be here with us than with this beast, ”the old woman answers and strokes, strokes him on the cheek. “Well, tell me something else about the future, Alyoshenka.” How good it will be when it arrives ...
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