Talking about hope ...
It takes always the latest, zasizhivayas late. She has long standing in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what to say goodbye.How long will it goodbye! This can not bear it! Need as much as possible and fists clench your teeth - then there will be a little easier. It would be better right away and quickly, but it's looking and looking for a reason to stay. She puts on someone else's so long coat! It looks funny in it and it is still zhalche. She steps back, crosses the threshold and be removed by continuing to look through your eyes right in the heart, while it will not hide the dark entrance. Hope one of those guests who do not appoint the next meeting, it comes without warning, so every time, saying goodbye to her, say good-bye forever.
And then the darkness is only a doorway, a wooden door, a warm meal with the smell of the corridor, which stretches from the kitchen, the dim light of lamps in the kitchen has long been cold tea on the dinner table, and solitude, sitting at the table leg to leg, which you have been waiting for .
- Gone?
- Gone ... - You answer vaguely.
- How long you have. - Loneliness took a sip of tea.
- You can make it quieter? Terribly annoying.
- Do not matter, near boiling water. - Do you pour hot tea to him - Well, fewer people - more oxygen - said it casually.
- How can you be? Can not you see how hard? - You turn your back to the window and smorish as the light from a street lamp cut the road at the entrance.
- It is hard? You? Well, like, look at old photos together and cry? Would you like to think of something you love his legion? But you know that it is not? Well admit it, at least to me, that is myself. After all, it's all the same - that myself, that to me. I'm not a guest in your kitchen, I - a full member, although I do not know for sure what might furniture ... I - consistency. You can walk through the kitchen and pretend that you do not notice me, you sometimes do not notice me, but it does not last long, because you get bored without me. Right? You can not without me and without that, battered, in a strange coat. You're a believe that she would return.
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