Sergey Strelyaev - When there is no sense in names

– I am late! – having screamed, grabbed from a bench a handbag, took to the heels.

– Give, give, rush to the milksop, – was distributed following, – take away cigarettes, under a bench failed!

– Keep together with the rage, – Ira on the run turned back.

And Nadia, without wishing that, saw all what could not admit to herself in the mild forgiving smile. But enlightenment lasted a moment, the tested envy was soon forgotten.

“I am late, I am late”, – a tongue twister Ira chattered, thoughts being already far from reduced where it is only possible, are expensive. The huge heels increasing already considerable growth of the girl cut sparks from narrow stony paths, but not invitingly clinked on the district asphalted roads.

– Hi! – she rejoiced to darling. – Forgive, was late as always.

They were still divided by decent distance, but Ira could not be silent. She wanted to blurt out all formalities at once and not to spend on them time when accepts a kiss, will feel the pleasant shiver in a body turning hot evening into a long-awaited cool.

– Well, here and I! – she continued to shout, embracing Igork, bowing to lips of darling.

– What you shout at all street, – being confused not for yourself, but for it, the guy discharged Ira a little, looking around. And let for passersby it is indifferent, and nobody paid attention to them, all seemed to it on the contrary.

– Well be not angry, – again Ira too loudly answered …. Already kissing the guy on all, excluded repeated reproaches.

Inhaling a smell of her body excited with jog, burying in the red hair giving a lilac, Igorek forgot about delay, forgave excessive fieriness.

– Hi, children! – it waved a hand, shining bracelets on wrists, having noticed his friends observing them I will meet.

And they answered with easy bows of the head, and that without realizing some, whispered mild greetings in reply. Tried to guess – what she will tell Igork, represented how it to listen to its voice intended to you to one?

The silence was included into the small yards of the small town, the night cool recovered the nature, old chestnut avenues breathed freshness. Everything is silent. Did not pursue the word, ruptures of embraces did not come. Soon for two there was one breath, lovers divided the twilight. Only occasionally night was dispersed by patches of light of headlights of far cars or incidentally scattered light from kitchens of the first floors. It became somehow uncomfortable, and at the same time Igorek managed to admire small girl’s face freckles, its bright, streaming on gentle shoulders, curls. Light accompanied with a gryukanye of pans, getting stuck in foliage, died away also suddenly, as well as appeared. And then he felt the elastic, nestling on it breast, came off scintillating lips, considered bright-red waves of hair and the eyes shining near the moon now.

– As strongly I love you, – her whisper joined singing of invisible crickets, it was interwoven into a rustle of the foliage calling an easy breeze.

– I you too, – shy answered Igor, attracting the girl to myself, hiding inconvenient confusion.

She gave in, kissed, was discharged and, loudly laughing, again nestled on lips of darling.

Unexpectedly the sun ascended.

– Till tomorrow. No, to today. It is good that to today, – without ceasing to laugh, Ira interrupted herself, corrected the crumpled blouse.

– Let’s go to a holiday?

– As you will tell. On the square – so on the square, to the park – so to the park, I do not care! Do not worry, – not in forces to leave she came back, laid down transparent palms on strong shoulders, – from where you have money? How many is – is so much and if absolutely …, so at me are.

– It is obligatory for you to remind of my age, that you are a student?!

– Forgive, I am so… And you noticed, I do not smoke?! You remember …, oh yesterday! – fitted a finger to lips, and against the background of a red varnish of nails lipstick was more clearly designated by places unfinished the guy. – Oh! Already the day before yesterday! You asked me to leave off smoking, I any more never threw…

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– Means so. Now in a shooting gallery, then on the square, – Stas as the senior for all company planned evening.

– I will not go, – Igorek quietly indecisively responded.

– Aaaa …. To the freckled you will run?! – Stas teased, and the others willingly picked up.

– Anything. Freckles will pass with age.

– No, will not pass! Forgot? I with it in one class studied! That in fifteen years was freckled that now in twenty. And lanky fellow invariable. I remember two times on final with it danced, after even imagined offered …, and it …, generally, the lanky fellow. Besides awful!

– And what then danced? – someone from children interfered.

Stas reacted with a furious look, but right there, having been with the answer, calmed down.

– It was a pity, here and danced. And in general, leave alone, give better about evening we will talk. And you blow to the is more red. Crashed on full! You do not write verses yet? You look, reddened. Precisely writes! Fell in love!

– Fell in love nothing!

– Well of course, only to it also you run! You are able to run at us! Though you are able to do everything recently! Jack of all trades: both in soccer, and in study. And to it everywhere the layman. Go, go, she will make the good child of you!

“Why I told them that she after kisses laughs?! Especially to Stas, – Igor regretted, going on a meeting with beautiful. – And it can it is right, can so she scoffs? And still these freckles …", – tormented with the bothered and already seldom avoiding thoughts, reached the avenue of the park.

Ira was not yet, she continued houses to preen the feathers in front of the mirror.

– It is time to think of life, communicated…! Future, what? – again mother piled on the agony, disturbed and spoiled mood.

– How you think what earrings it is better? – being afraid to be late, Ira threw out at once all jewelry of a casket on a table.

– Fie you, I to it one …. For whom you dress up? For whom it is better? On girlfriends look …, and you, what is worse?

– Mothers, if you do not cease, we will quarrel! – having thrown jewelry, Ira frowned.

– Yes because of whom to quarrel?! Found too! How you will live?

– Let’s live! Do not worry!

– And so know: from me you will not get paid peanuts any more! It is not enough to support to me of you, so also provide friends of your juveniles!

– As you can!

– It you as can? Give still become pregnant from it!

– And what? I will want and will become pregnant!

– Then home be not put!

– I can leave right now!

– Good riddance! You will want to eat, you will return!

Having shut the door with a bang and having heard following dissatisfied grumble of mother, Ira jumped out to the yard. Ran by the girlfriends who are taking seat in the car and, without noticing the views of foreign guys eating it, rushed off on a meeting with Igor.

The pink dress was brightly drawn among monotonous dresses of people, the girl came up because of turn and, having noticed Igor, habitually waved to it with a hand. “All behind, the main thing – I with it”, – there were her last thoughts before a usual greeting.

– Hi, my darling! – the voice blew over the walking crowd ringing. – Forgive, was late!

– What you shout again! How many it is possible to speak…!

This time Igor was not mistaken – passersby did not lose sight of them. But as the reason of attention served not shouts, and a translucent dress, harmonious suntanned legs and happiness electricity scattered by Ira.