четверг, 17 февраля 2011 г.

The last birthday.

It’s the beginning of the May. The temperature on the streets is rather high, however it doesn’t look like summer. It‘s the evening. A young couple comes to the entrance of one of the houses. But there is some distance between them.
-       Bye, - says he silently and gives up as a bad job.
-       Wait a second! – the girl suffices his hand.
-       What? -he turns around. – What happened?
-       You’ve forgotten something… - whispers she and kisses him. He recoils.
-       No. We are just the friends, nothing more. I love you. Soб do you understand?
-       Yes… of course… excuse me… it has happened accidentally …
-       Ok… no trouble.. I’ll come tomorrow.
-       Bye… - she has some tears on a cheek, however goes inside the house.
He comes the next day.
-       Happy birthday! – he draws a bouquet of flowers.
-       Thank you… Come in… You are the first person. – She smiles rather sad.
-       Ok, we will wait for the friends together. – He comes into the room, sits down the sofa.
-       They will not come.
-       Why? Did something happen?
-       No. I did not invite anybody except you…
He frowns.
-       We’ve discussed everything yesterday.
-       I know. I just do not want to see anybody. You are my best friend, and I want to celebrate this holiday with you. But we are just friends.- she pays the attention to the last phrase. It is apparent that she pronounces these words very painfully.
-       Ok.
-       Open the champagne, please. I will just take the glasses… - She leaves the room.
-       Of course. – He opens the bottle. In a moment she returns with the glasses.
-       Happy birthday! – he smiles. She also smiles with a sad feeling.
He takes a few sips and fades. She watches after him closely, but doesn’t drink.
-       What’s wrong? – asks she with a doubt.
-       I… I do not know… I feel bad…
He falls down the floor. His eyes are opened widely. He
doesnt breathe more. His heart has stopped.
-       What has happened? – she pronounces with a smile.
-       You may be want to have a rest… - she whispers.
-       For you… for death.. for us… - speaks she slowly and drinks her champagne. In a moment her eyes are closed. They are together forever…


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