Очень надеюсь, что вы оцените моё очередное "творение", написанное в мае 2010 года.
ПОСВЯЩАЕТСЯ: Томасу Вагенкнехту - самому молодому и шармантному преподавателю кафедры "American Studies"
"It"s over. Another exhausting day is over", she thought sitting in front of her laptop typing this. What to do? Where to go? She knew it perfectly well and at the same time she didn"t have a single idea about it. Exhausted with everything, tired of never-ending head- and heartaches, she laid her head onto the table she was sitting at and closed her eyes in pain for a moment...
- Oksana??!! Hey,...
She suddenly heard that quiet melancholic voice above her head.
He came up to her, knelt down beside her chair and looked into her deep green eyes full of tears.
- Hey... You? I look awful. Sorry for that.
She said, wiping up her tears. She stood up now collecting her readers for tomorrow.
- Just a little bit tired. You always look wonderful.
- Aha. Yeah. Right. (She smiled) A-a-a-a-always!
- I love it.
- The way you smile.
- Yeah, sure... What you are doing here, by the way?!!!
- Saw you walking in. Just dropped by. What"s up? Come, let"s have some coffee.
- Don"t want.
- Tired. Wanna go home.
- I see.
She sat down and started to cry.
- What? What? Hey-hey-hey... Hey. Now tell me. Everything. Just spit it out.
She shook her head "no".
- Hey. Wanna help you. Needa know what"s up, honey.
- I. Hate. Wednesdays.
- I do too. Fridays. That is not the reason to cry.
He wiped her tears.
- I hate Wednesdays, because...
- I see you each and every time there. I hate seeing you.
- What? Where? Why?... You... You told me you enjoyed the class.
- I did. But... That goes far too deep.
- I... I"m in love with you.
He smiled so sadly and gently - the way only HE could do it.
- Good. I mean... That"s wonderful.
- Huh! It"s wonderful to see me suffer. Tha-a-a-anks.
- Why? No. Look----
He looked at her. Her face was purple. Hair disheveled. Eyes wet. Well, you got the point . He smiled again.
- My Princess.
- I said "my Princess"... Strange feeling. Never had that one before. Just never ever.
She stared at him without saying a word. He looked out of the window pondering something. In a few seconds he turned back to her and took her by the shoulders.
- Now you. Listen.
He put her hand onto his left chest.
- Feel that crazy beat? What does it tell you?
- Not sure.
- But I am!
- What? Yeah, yeah, yeah (She looked suspiciously at him). You are not this type of guy.
- You don"t know me. Well, may be a little.
He put his arms around her waist.
- Yes. I am, too.
She smiled. He smiled in a reply.
- You don"t believe me?
- I"m just.... Sorry... (She blushed)
- Hey. (He looked into her eyes) Remember what I wrote to you in my first "sudden" letter - "In love there is no "thanks" and no "sorry"? Remember now?
- Come on. Let"s go home.
- I don"t know where my home is anymore. So tired. Miss my parents.
- You will have two more right now. Come, let"s go.
- Wonderful. Do it always like this. I will never let you cry. Promise.
- But I still hate Wednesdays (ironically).
- You will have them every day now, dear (ironically).
- Oh man! Help!----- Will be glad to!
- I love you, Oksana.
He kissed her.
"What a wonderful dream that was!", she thought upon waking up. Next to her lay a piece of paper. She took it. It said:
I AM WITH YOU. ALWAYS
P.S. please, stop hating Wednesdays.
The Humboldt clock showed 7.30 p.m. Time to go HOME.