... some incomprehensible pain in the soul. What could it be? It seems nothing special happened yesterday. But now I woke up, and without opening my eyes, I felt inside: heaviness, pain, a sense of loss of something very valuable to me. Thoughts begin to dig in my head in a vain attempt to explain the state of the soul with words. And why explain, to whom, in the end?
You have something inside you, well, keep it with you, who cares?
Yes, I'm not such a person, and many also probably are not. If there is something to share, then why not? But not always with whom ...
I wonder when wishes come true, if the stars fall?
It was a warm July day, even more likely evening. We walked along the bank of the Volga with you, and a weak splash of warm water under your feet and a barely noticeable breeze, and your hand, which gently and faithfully rested in mine, filled my soul with an indescribable state of peace and happiness. I saw you yesterday in the company of girls on a small beach. And now, what seemed to be the impossible, happened today, we are walking together and there is nothing else on earth besides us.
I feel good I am ready to walk along the water's edge like this for hours and feel you beside me, feel like after another gust of wind, your golden hair
hurt my face, their fresh smell. Watch as the last glare of the setting sun, it seemed confused, will no longer be able to get out of the curls of your hair. For five minutes now we have been walking in silence, but there is no need to continue the conversation, as if we have known each other for a very long time.
Only now I noticed that already quite a few bathers disappeared completely, and we all went and went ...
“I feel good with you,” my companion said.
- I’m with you too, I don’t even believe that we just met.
And we went further, smiling everybody with his own thoughts.
“Let's sit down,” I suggested, seeing an old fishing boat nearby.
- Come on.
And we sat down while continuing to hold each other's hand. Our eyes met once again, and suddenly there was a feeling of awkwardness, a desire to fill a pause.
I started to say something, and she, too. We both fell silent, and the feeling of awkwardness disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Now there was not a single thought inside, and my whole being was filled only with a feeling, a feeling of beauty. My heart pounded furiously, and the brilliance of her eyes, I realized that my condition is not much different from her own. I brought my lips to hers, touched them. No, I did not feel resistance, the goddess did not push me away. On the contrary, I felt how her resilient, tanned body became languidly soft and supple ...
When I woke up, we were still in the boat, it was already quite dark. Ira sat clinging to me and pulling my hair. It was quiet, but it was not an oppressive silence, sometimes there were still some sounds. It seemed that nature itself was afraid to scare away the stars, which were surprisingly many that night.
- Look, Oleg, the star is falling, they say, if you make a wish now, it will come true, I have already guessed, and you? She looked mischievously at me, childishly bowing her head.
- I? - I became thoughtful, - perhaps, yes, just wondering when it will come true?
- And when would you like?
- I do not know.
And we fell silent, trying to hear the answer in the quiet rustle of the river. A fire burned in the distance, and sometimes with a gust of warm breeze came the muffled voices of the fishermen sitting around. From time to time they sailed past, either a dark barge, rumbling with engines, or a motor ship with tourists, and with cheerful music that was not appropriate, but at the same time and did not interfere with us here. There they have their own lives on the boat, their own problems, and we, like two drops of water, merged into one, sat hugging each other and were a small part of the universe, and within us there could be this universe.
- Probably it is fate, to meet like this, I am not from the Volga, and you are not from this city, but you met, I gently stroked Ira on the cheek.
- Probably, - she gently looked at me, but sadness flashed in her eyes, which I did not attach any importance to.
After some time I escorted Ira to the house, and we, standing near the gate, once again tightly hugged and kissed each other.
“If this is fate, then we will meet again,” said Ira.
“For example, tomorrow,” I said, a little bewildered.
“Maybe,” she looked at me with her beautiful and now somewhat sad eyes.
- I came the next day and the next day, but the house was empty, and only a white cat, who knows how to be near me, rubbed about my legs.
On the third day in the evening we had to leave. I could not resist and went along the already familiar road to her house. Her grandmother opened the door.
- So Ira already three days ago went to Volodya in the city, her husband is her ..
- Aaaa ... clearly, thank you, say hello to her, if fate pleases, we will meet, - and I turned to leave.
- Come when you want - then tell me? Yes, and your name is like a sweetie, what am I going to tell her?
- me? - I looked around uncomprehendingly, - I am Oleg, and I will arrive in a year ... if fate will please, - I added.
I went on the road away from this house, knowing that I would return to it, maybe not in reality, but in a dream, and only a white cat accompanied me a couple more lanes ...
I wonder when wishes come true, if the stars fall?
October 11, 1999