My city: the tragedy of one family
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But we will return to the apartment to Vika, the conversation of two women got new turn. Vika offered Larisa the following:
– you Know, today we have a party whether you want to take a walk at it? "Maybe you will find somebody?" – Vika ambiguously told. – Nobody knows who knows?" Maybe destiny to smile to you?
– Is not present, - Larisa answered. – Parties not for me.
– Why?
– I consider that, at these parties only dirt and platitude, and more than nothing.
– And you, so not such?
– What not such? – Larisa did not understand. – You it about what?
Vika answered the following:
– the Virgin of twenty two years living by the rules. See what girlfriend that tell, all not so. – On her face there was a hated grin. It seemed that she will begin to hate the interlocutor finally. – You live by rules and in poverty. Unless it is life? – she told with a smile. – Look at yourself, poverty! Do you say now that all that I made - incorrectly? And be at you such chance, you would grasp it, and all your correctness will appear in a toilet bowl. – She for nervousness began to smoke a cigarette. – You do not know what is the real life, and would know, so did not speak, – it finished the level speech. Then added, kind of encouraging her. – Happy you Larisk! – and then kind of in accidentally asked. – Do you have everything for happiness?
Larisa heaved a deep sigh. She could not admit that she is happy: she was unfortunate. To it, as well as all women, there was a wish for simple love and happiness. The truth her happiness was in becoming as this woman, successful and beautiful. Larisa envied it, she wanted that she to it as well as Vika, smiled happiness, and she did not run for work any more, and would stay at home with kids, to drive about worldwide at the expense of the husband. But she never would admit to nobody it, even under terrible torture of death.
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But by the form it was not so. She was unfortunate, and it could be caught in her look.
– Is not present, – with full confidence Vika said. – You are unfortunate. You see me, want the same what and I, the authorities. Not happiness, namely the power and that to prove it to you, you have to remain on a party. Agree?
Larisa purely out of female curiosity took an interest.
– There though there will be decent guys?
Vika smiled.
– I Assure you, there will be everything: both binge, and guys for every taste. Choose - I do not want.
Party. What can be told about it? Party as party. Guests listened to music, had fun. Someone sang something on a karaoke. Someone retired to the bedroom. Men spoke about business, policy, about financially unstable situation in the world. One of attendees said that now the financial position is not stable, hardly somebody will want to run business with someone now. The second man did not agree with the opponent, he said that the financial position is stable today and that he invested money in one enterprise and waits for profit. On what the third opponent said that it is the best of all to invest money in the business and with anybody not to deal. All opponents agreed with this thesis.
But we will return to Larisa. Where it? One sits, misses. It was not interesting to it to be present at similar parties. She agreed to go to her only as agreed upon the girlfriend. She nevertheless wanted to find happiness, but how to find it? Larisa did not know it. Here the elderly man sat down at its table, it seemed to it disgusting and disgusting. His face was not pleasant to it, on the contrary, it expressed a toshnotvornost. Understand it as you want, I write as I see and I perceive this or that person. All of us are different, and not to me to judge other people if they cause in me contempt and disgust. But we will continue. Having sat down at my little table, he looked round and asked:
– I here never saw you, you the acquaintance Vicki or her husband, Robert?
– I am acquaintance Vicki, – Larisa told and added: – She invited me.
– And, clearly, – he told, and then it was presented. – My name is Victor, and you?
– Larisa.
– Very pleasantly Larisa.
– And me, Victor.
They got to talking. They had a lot of bigger, than it was possible to imagine. For example, both of them were single and lonely. But unlike Larisa Victor was a widower. His wife died in plane crash two years ago, and now it searching. Of course, he could marry, but nobody loved him, all needed only its money, and anything else.
Larisa almost told nothing about herself. She was afraid that she will tell superfluous and by that will bring Vika.
– Yes, you not the talkative woman? At you you will try to find out nothing.
– It is a complement?
– Certainly yes. – He took her wrist in the hand, and told. – You are beautiful! Such women are pleasant to me.
Larisa was flattered told. She seldom heard from men that she is a clever woman. Though if the man speaks to you about it, then he considers you the full silly woman. Larisa with care took an interest.
– What such? – and then added, kind of reproachfully: – Silly?
– That you? – Victor was surprised. – I meant nothing similar. What you the silly woman if you keep the mouth shut? Other girlfriend would blurt out everything about the girlfriend now, and you do not.
Larisa thought.
– It is a complement?
– If you want, then yes. – Then he suggested to walk. Here it already found what looked for. Larisa fascinated him. He, strangely enough, was happy that he got acquainted with it. Walking on streets of Moscow, they long spoke on interesting them equally topics. There came night, but they did not notice it. They walked on the night city and enjoyed each other conversation. But here they approached hotel. Already dawned.
– Dawns, – Victor told. – As time quickly flies. Did not manage to leave Robert's apartment as already dawns.
– Time, it quickly runs, will not even notice.
Victor agreed with it. He as nobody knew how time quickly flies. It runs, and do not keep up with it. Who knows how many to us it is released time? Some do not appreciate it, and some simply wave on it a hand and only in old age understand that time - this only thing that at them remained. Death, time stops and, eventually … the last hour, the end soon.