It long went, itself not knowing where... It all went and went... It seemed to It, that all has around grown dim... She did not notice anybody around... She thought of it... She loved it... Could not forget...
It has left... It remained... She knew, that it needs to reconcile... To Forget... But it was impossible to it... She waited for a miracle... It seemed to It, that it will occur... Sometime, not soon, but necessarily will occur... Also was afraid, that when this miracle, at last, will occur - she will not see it, will not feel... Above all she was afraid of it... It was blind... Sometimes it seemed to it, that it nearby... And then she very much tried to peer into darkness... There was for some seconds a sight came back to it... She saw the sky, light... But... Soon all disappeared as suddenly, as well as appeared... It needed to reconcile for a long time to it, but she could not allow herself of it... She loved it... Loved as anybody in a life... She hoped that he too has not forgotten it... Loves... But during too time she thought, that it there already has a family... Children... Yes, and, most likely it and was... After all it already was not the little boy  She recollected the moments of their first meetings... Then on Baikal... Still for the first time... As it it was cheerful... And later... All in the same place on Baikal... Then it was happy with it... It seemed to It, that it never will come to an end... But... Alas... It was not right... To Its happiness the end has come... My God... As it then was killed... But knew, that it is necessary to reconcile... To Reconcile for the sake of it... It has made it... They remained friends... But... She continued to dream of it... Silently... Gently... Anybody another was not necessary to it... She did not know: whether there was at it a girl... Probably, was... It such beautiful... The gentle... The tender.
It was difficult to it to think of it... Tears dripped from her eyes... She felt on herself sights of passers-by... But to it it was indifferent before, that of it think... It would like to leave far-far... That was nobody a number... And here she has heard a familiar voice... It was its girlfriend... It has found it... Сашка something said that it cannot leave one... But to it was all the same... She hoped for a miracle, and it should occur in this place... She precisely knew it... Knew also all... Itself, not understanding, whence... It to it all time was repeated by its internal voice... He said, that it needs to go here... Something drew it to this place once they have met here in one rainy day... It was last time when she it saw... In the Morning, after their meeting when she has woken up - it any more was not a number... The yellow rose Nearby laid... It was a separation sign... She knew, that it is the end... She was to be trusted no in it... But it was necessary. . Then she has put on, villages to the car and long went... Itself not knowing where... Simply went... Went... When she has regained consciousness - was already dark... But also in twilight she has understood, that has arrived to the place of their first meeting... To Baikal... To It was so hard... On heart as though there was a huge stone... But she did not cry it could not even cry...
And here she has seen ashore a fire... About it children sat... Approximately years till 16-17... Involuntarily it has approached to them and villages nearby... Without a word... They did not understand that occurs... But to it even it was better from it... After a while they have got acquainted with it... And to it for the first time for this day it became slightly easier... They asked it about much, but she was silent... To It was sick to speak... The rain has suddenly gone... Someone has covered with its jacket... But to it was all the same... After all nearby there was no it... It again as though has fallen in a precipice... Has run into such condition in which noticed nobody and did not hear anything... Has regained consciousness that to it became cold... She has understood, that all has got wet... The Fire has already gone out... And that is not sophisticated from such downpour... It has sat down in the car... To It it was cold... She has through wetted through... It seemed to It that at it heat, but she tried not to pay to it attention... Having turned a key it has gone back... To It it was terrible. . The terrible thunder-storm In the street stormed... But it was terrible not because of a thunder-storm... And that she any more will not see it... It long went... Has stopped in any wood to get from a tablet luggage carrier... It had a heat... Left the car has made some steps and all has floated at it before eyes... It has lost consciousness.
Has regained consciousness laying on a bed... Before eyes there was a darkness... She saw nothing... It seemed to It, that her eyes are closed, but are not present... It has lost sight... Nearby was Сашка, told, that she strongly was ill also this disease has given complications on sight... Doctors said, that only the miracle can return it sight... But to it was all the same... It has lost it... It was not a number.
Therefore it also went here... She waited for a miracle... But not what should return it sight... And what should return it it... She has felt, that the rain now will go... Also has removed all same favourite black glasses in a dark green frame... Under a rain its sight woke up... The Rain has gone... Someone has given it in a hand an umbrella... Probably, it was Саша... But it would not like to stand under it... It has closed it... She badly saw... Only outlines, but saw... To It it was good... She greedy swallowed of rain drops... They were such large, that some of them painfully beat her on the person... But it suffered... To It she was learnt by time... Having looked back around she has understood, that passers-by observe of it with curiosity... They stood and looked at it... But she has already got used to it... To It was all the same... She thought of it... She loved it... Waited... Considered time... Having broken eternity for years... Years on a month... Month for weeks... Weeks for days. . Days on hours... Hours for minutes... Minutes for seconds... And seconds for instants... But all the same time flied very long... Sometimes even it seemed to it, that all around fades... Instants lasted so long... Very long... Suddenly she has felt something, that has forced it to shudder... And the rain as has to spite come to an end... She again did not see...
It seemed to it that someone looks at it... Then she has asked: "Саша?" ... But Сашка has answered absolutely on the other hand... And she precisely knew, that at it look therefrom where she tried to peer but as on angrily saw only darkness... She looked... And at it looked in the answer... It was similar to game... At first it was ridiculous... She for the first time for these years even has smiled... But then at it has pricked in a breast... So it is strong, that it could not resist standing... Also has started to fall... Someone has caught It... She did not know who it, but precisely knew, that felt already somewhere these gentle hands... It have accurately put on feet, supporting for a waist... It occurred without a uniform word... She did not understand, that occurs... To It was so well and at the same time to it it was terrible... It was confused in feelings... She did not understand, that to it occurs... Also has suddenly felt something warm at itself on a cheek some instants later it has understood, that it were someone's lips... She did not know who - it, but precisely knew, that she feels it not for the first time. . She could not understand and recollect when and under what circumstances she already felt it... But to it it was good... And here she has heard a voice... My God... What it was a voice... She heard such voice only once in the life... She knew that it cannot be... She did not trust all event... She doubted. This most gentle voice has told: "I knew, that you waited... I too waited...". And then she has thought, that it is the DREAM and it wanted to it to open eyes... And it has made it... Something bright резануло it on eyes... To It was so painfully, that again it would be desirable to close them... But she was afraid... Was afraid not to see more this bright flash... She so was afraid of darkness... But nevertheless it has made it...
She has some times blinked and during a next instant she has seen before herself the most amazing picture... Seen has amazed it to depth of soul... The Sun brightly shone in eyes... It for some reason was not in the favourite soft bed made to order and a lavender similar to a floret... It stood on old quay... And nearby there was it... О. It was so painfully... It seemed to It, that it not in reality and that it has again lost consciousness... It was sick that is all not the truth... That it cannot be... But... Suddenly it has lifted it on hands... It has felt its touches... Here again she has definitively understood, that it is the TRUTH... She was ready to die of happiness... It was IT... The one whom she loved and waited these years... What was it эллином... Its beautiful eyes... It could not come off them... It was a miracle... She trusted in it... Hoped... Waited... Also has waited... It was happy
They went long-long... Nothing seemed can separate more them... And only in some hours she has understood, that to it sight has returned... She again saw... They went silently... Neither IT, nor IT did not dare to tell even one word... It it was good together... Each of them knew, that more they will not leave never in a life...
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