Soon there came her birthday. I came in the evening, chose the biggest snowdrift near her entrance and buried in it a gift. Then called the princess, and we together searched for it. And then throw in snowballs.
To me so it was cheerful from own idea, but she only helpless and not persistently repeated: «It is not necessary, it is not necessary!». However, she smiled too, but somehow with effort.
In couple of days I came – relatives and neighbours sob – my princess has died of a banal pneumonia which already then was treated elementary. Simply so quickly nobody has defined the diagnosis. A heat forced down. Thought, she caught a cold, eaten an ice-cream, will pass.
Anybody not blame me, but may be did not know. What she has finished – walk on a skating rink or game in snowballs? Probably, both that, and another. But wasn’t a day that I recollected the ice princess and tested the deepest sense of guilt for my careless pleasure and for my slow-wittedness will take care of the girl, as a fact – absence of brains.
In a youth all criteria on myself. I was strong and healthy. From such also would not be ill or rided with a slight cold.
How more I repented, a resentment and disappointment on myself that did not know, and could rescue, if I come earlier (would call the best doctor, would carry in hospital).
I never told to anybody about the princess. I thought, time treats, came to myself on a throat, crossed through not passing, despite her death, feelings to her, tried to be forgotten with other girls over whom shaked, protecting, so, that they laughed.
But then I understood that was simply terrified that emptiness which comes as sharp darkness after loss of the person, to fill and replace which it is impossible anybody and anything.
Meeting each following girl, I felt that I betray the princess, let and forever fallen asleep, that that it was at me with her, it is impossible with one another, and what wasn’t, but could be, only with the princess would be somehow especially.
I have understood that have crossed through the love, have seen a non-existence and was frightened.
Here, to you told. If though someone understood, what exactly I tested and I continue to test, let and not so strong, and as a deposit, to me it is easier.
Eventually, I have found any, let and not a full consolation, an outlet – in work and with other woman. Children were born. The healthy. And like all is from outside normal. I the exemplary family man. On work I take additional loading – all think that for the sake of money for children. But it is to distract less to recollect the princess.
With the wife we live in peace and friendship, we do not quarrel, even it is dullish somehow. Even she does not know about my greatest not passing pain and inability already to be absolutely happy in spite of the fact that there are remarkable children.
Now I understand that would be absolutely happy person if would marry with the youthful, strongest love. I had an ice princess. If I would love another girl, may be stronger on health, I would be happy too. But what to do, if I loved only the princess?
The Bridges
The composer stood on the bridge and looked the stopped sight in twilight.
The girl approached, thought that it is the suicide, decided to start talking, distract. She show the river under the bridge, penitrate and carring fragments of ice.
He looked at water, then on her … and again in many fruitless years in his head begun to sound not clear music.
The girl, seen that the face of the person has brightened up, silently went. But she always thought about the stranger.
The born melody captured all thecountry, and then flown about the world.
And suddenly on any evening in a native city they met. There was a game to forfeits. To her falled to kiss him. She, having left a palatine on a chair, disappeared, run away. He caught up her on the bridge. Since then they are together. Perhaps just because she not executed a forfeit?
As Survives Yellow-beaked In The Conditions Of Crisis
In cellar near the bazaar the fellow on repair of mobile phones worked. In the same cellar there was also a jeweller shop with a pawnshop and a currency exchange. The friend of the fellow there worked.
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