you can live a lifetime, see, feel, a lot of new! And really you can not move all this shit now, for the sake of that future life? Can you !! - I leaned forward and turned her over to my shoulders, we met with looks ... You can !!! ?

“I don't know,” she sobbed and collapsed helplessly into my lap. I do not even remember how long it lasted, she just lay there and cried, buried in my legs. Looking on top of the disheveled hair, I froze, trying not to move, so as not to disturb her. After some time, the girl calmed down.

She rose from my knees, wiping tears with her hands:

“Sorry,” she whispered.

- For what?

“I don’t even know how to tell you that you wept.”

I said nothing, just sat and looked at her. Now she seemed completely calm, gently shaking her legs, the girl was watching the running water.

“And I still don’t understand what your business is, why did you come down here?” - she dispelled silence.

- Is it not obvious, at first I was curious ...

- And then?

- And then I could not leave ...

“And then I couldn't leave,” she drawled thoughtfully. And despite the fact that you don't give a shit about what happened to me, you sit with me and don't leave ... Probably the altruist complex turned on, you don't want me to die.

- You think about everything so bad?

“Of course, about everyone,” the girl sighed, and leaning back, lay down on the pipe.

Now I could see her normally. An ordinary jacket, plain jeans, a regular striped T-shirt, an appetizingly tight chest and a completely unusual stranger. To say that she was damn beautiful - it means not to say anything: slim, not very tall, but with a terrific physique. A pretty face with a neat nose, attractive lips and expressive eyes. The stranger glanced at me, goosebumps running down my back. I wonder what color her eyes, it's dark enough, you can't see the same. And what wonderful hair, wavy curls fell on her shoulders, adding charm to an already charming beauty. And how could she get to that? She is so beautiful ... Lucky for her boyfriend, to live with such a pretty girl, with such an angel ...

- Hey, stop staring at me! I bet you think some kind of dirt. That's why I hate people! - She abruptly pulled me out of fantasy.

Damn it, I couldn’t find an answer and stared at her even more. But one moment did not get away from me, in the voice of a stranger there appeared notes of malice, all the best manifestation of emotions than apathy and hysteria. I was very impressed by her hunch, right in the bull's-eye ...

- Why embarrassed? And why I don’t even wonder, ”she quipped.

- So you want to say that you are different from the rest?

“Of course not,” the girl replied with conviction. People are pieces of shit and I am the same!

- What a wonderful theory, in my excuse I can say that most of the time while I was looking at you, I admired your beauty!

“I'd rather be scary, but lucky,” the stranger sniffed. Have you ever loved someone?

- Not.

“And I, yes, but that was long ago and it doesn't matter,” the girl spoke out and stopped for a long time.

Again there was silence between us, I don’t know how long, but already enough for me to get particularly nervous and think of something to say to me.

“May I ask you one thing?” She asked.

- Yes of course! - Rejoicing that the silence was broken, I replied.

- Sit here with me, please!

And we sat there all night, talking about everything. At first we exchanged small phrases, short stories. But only then excitedly talked on various topics. By tacit consent, we avoided only one thing, what brought her to this bridge ... I learned about this much, much later ...

And on that sunny morning, I would forever remember the words she said ...

We just got to my bike and I felt a slight push in the side, turning, I saw her sad smile:

- And now you are responsible for my life ...