| Skreamer
| Three-stained roses
| Lz.oct.zool
the first time he saw her from the window of an apartment where
he lived. it had an apartment of his aunt's second cousin.
aunt's husband was a sailor, forty years, served in the Navy.
transferred to the reserve is already being Admiral. bought a
suburban house, where he settled with his wife in anticipation
of a family idyll in the midst of nature. and the old apartment
to the wife of the old sea-wolf gave the beloved second cousin
nephew. nephew was the only relative of the couple, who settled
in the suburban house.
the first time he saw her from the window of an apartment where
he lived. he was a mere student of the university. was stupid,
but also thrust to the knowledge of him is not davlela. He
could with equal pleasure exams at the "excellent" and walk a
couple of the same subject, not because he knew so well, or
vice versa is not knew the subject. simply because he wanted
to. he generally much wanted out of life. He was a dreamer.
the first time he saw her from the window of an apartment where
he lived. it was older than he was 5 years old. by profession
she was a veterinary physician. She was beautiful and graceful,
looked even younger than their already mladye years. She moved
into the house opposite, only two days ago, coming from another
city.
but he did not know about it anything.
the first time he saw her from the window of an apartment where
he lived. and this first time just hit him on the spot. She
stood in stark contrast from his mates, and for the better.
they painted girl, always chewing the cud of his empty head,
sported mini and bum cigarettes off of everyone he met a young
man, as he felt it and some do not lie. She was
beautiful. her hair was snow-white, curly, flowing
on her slender shoulders. her face and childish, decorated
birthmark on the right side of his lips. he fell in love with
her at first sight. his first thought was to immediately run to
her ... but his natural shyness did not allow him to do it. she
was sitting behind table opposite the window, reading a book.
must have a love affair he thought. She certainly has a
boyfriend. maybe even her husband. he tear himself superfluous
thoughts. and maybe do not have her nobody. how beautiful she
is! He closed his eyes dreamily. I love her and I 'll do it! He
stood up, he completely unusual. I'm going to learn, he decided
for himself. wearing jacket, trousers and patting them nagladiv
strict hands, he pinned it on yourself. wore shoes and polish
them to shine. I should please her! I love it!
at the corner of his house to sell flowers. clerk was a woman
indeterminate age, but certainly middle-aged. He always
passed her on the way to the university. sometimes
hello, more by habit than out of politeness. for all years
his training, he never bought her flowers, so she
very surprised when he said:
- Hello! please me roses ... three ... most beautiful!
the woman opened her mouth to ask who this girl is, but
immediately broke off. they were not familiar and she felt shy
ask him about it. saleswoman smiled slightly:
- Good luck!
- Thanks! - Running threw it and ran. ran to his
favorite through avenue, seeing nothing around except her face.
He lifted his head up to the third floor and saw that she
looked at him looks. look!
... Brakes squeal and thump. Roses fall at a dirty wheel
machine. he loses his sense of the body ...
...
- So. dropper, urgently! the resuscitation of it. stir well! -
He opened his eyes. it rolled on a stretcher. around were
people in white coats. pierced body pain. He raised his head
and immediately screamed. the pain was everywhere. - Lie, who
say. so on blood transfusion it. FAST! - And he again lost
consciousness.
he felt the touch of her hand against her cheek. This hand was
warm, gentle. She shivered a little, like shyness. he
turned his head. and saw her face.
- I love you.
- I love you.
and again lost consciousness. before his eyes, her face in the
window. She stood beside him. In her hands were stained with
three roses.
...
doctors were fussing about him, something to work hard. She
gingerly touched the hand of one of the doctors coming out of
an intensive care ward:
- Tell me, will he live? - With hope in her voice she asked.
the doctor smiled. then, after a pause, he said:
- And you tell him, in fact, anyone come?
She lost. lump stuck in my throat:
- Well, Well ... Well ... wife.
doctor smiled:
- Then invited to the wedding? - And not waiting for an answer
turned a walked along the corridor. the type of doctor was about
forty-something. He wore a bushy mustache, his temples were
moved gray. He has been married for twenty years and knew that
it was is. the sun had drooped. his shift ended.
house doctor was waiting for his wife ...
