- Andrew, help me! Do you hear me? - Screamed a woman of mature years, trying to pull the a heavy box of apples. Green apples.
- Now! - Heard something dumb in response, and absolutely not seeking to fulfill the word in a matter of minutes.
- Andrew! Stand up and help me! What kind of son that? One sentence: as long as dozoveshsya it and no apples will not have to! - Nagging woman, pushing her tired foot box and wiping the sweat from his tanned hand on his forehead zeal.
beauty of this women under forty years stood out graceful femininity and ease, some nervous and sometimes excessive emotionality. She was good in its own small features, the northern type, of medium height and in a boyish short hair. Preferred, even working in the garden, wearing something from the discharge of their 80-90s.
It took about five years since they broke up (my husband went to a woman who is better prepared and, apparently satisfied at the time of his sexual needs). The unexpected always frightened her, and now as a sharp turn in her life these five years ago began to flatten and almost forgotten. Only Andrew - good memories the past, of youth is gone. Spilled drop of his father.
She does not often work physically, so the case was unusual and, sometimes, through force of will. Well - do not disappear same apples out of laziness? In winter, though, Andrew, maybe take in a hostel?
«August - a clear autumn sun, overgrown garden, a smart but lenovaty son, seven home without repair, and the constant chore, a couple of girlfriends, sluts, and about a dozen suitors negligent "- comparing it with all my past, sitting on a box and waiting son. Comparisons visited her frequently, probably because of the fate of a failed and lost valuable family ...
- Mom ... What are you again? All are good! How many years as winters! Enough! – вылез Эндрю из своего виртуального мира на улицу, жмурившись из-за дневного света, – не думай о том, что было! The fact that we are waiting for - just for us! You know ... I'm leaving tomorrow: it is necessary to Nick to meet and discuss my research with the professor.
Reporting, the guy took a box of apples. They denounced it together to the cellar. Heaviest.
- Ride! Another warns. How long have you had told me about his recent actions? I am alone for about three years, as you did in your university! So, Give Nick hello!
only in such moments, when something is native farther and farther away, you realize that loneliness is more often breathes into your head. They put the apples on the darkened half-empty shelf.
- Well ... before a must! She'll be glad! - Andrew wide open eyes looked far into my happy future. My father has always been his ideal, but he was afraid to make a mistake, repeat his fate, seeing what was my mother, and that it was during these five years. She looked for a long time Eyes Wide Shut in the future, not anticipating or expecting ...
hard. And him and her. Was. They run this heaviest box with green apples.
