"Ngendlela, uBryantsev wabonisa." Uyazi na? Ngokukhawuleza ndaziva ndishisa.
- Hayi ... Uyazi njani?
- Ndathi ndidibana naye kumashishini. Uthe wabuya waya kuhlala eKiev. Uya kuvula i-solarium.
- Ewe, kufuneka! - ndamangaliswa. - kwaye kuphi?
"Andikwazi!" U-Irina waphupha. "Noko ke, unokumbuza yona." Uya kuba naye kwiintlanganiso ngoMgqibelo. Yiza ke ngoko. Ngokuqinisekileyo ufuna ukumbona. U kunene?
Ndamangaliswa. - Nantsi enye! Uliphi na?
"Musa ukuzenza," amehlo ka-Irina ahlaza. "Waduka ngaye." Nguye kuphela onokuthandana nabani na, ngaphandle kobukhosi bakhe, akakwazi.
"Mshiye!" - ndandishushu.
- Nantsi uyabona! Usenalo uthando naye.
"Akukho nto enjani." Kwaye ke, masimise incoko engadingekile.
- Woza, - wambetha u-Irisha. "Kodwa andizange ndive: uya kuza kwintlanganiso?"
"Ndiza," ndathetha. Wayemomotheka enelisekile ...
Ukuze ndikuxelele inyaniso, andinakulibala uSergei. Ndamthanda, akazange ahlawule nayiphi na into. Okanye wenza ngobuchule ukuba ndandingenamdla kuye. Andikwazi ukukuxelela indlela endichukumise ngayo.
"Yiba nesazela!" Ekugqibeleni umama waphelelwa ngumsindo. "Uba kunye nam hayizigidigidi, ukuthenga yonke into oyifunayo!" Kwaye ke, kutheni ufuna izinto ezininzi kangaka?
Kwaye kwakukho ingozi yengozi.
"Kuthekani ukuba akayi kundibona?"
- Ngubani? - Umama akazange aqonde.
"Bryantsev!" Ndacacisa ngokusebenzisa i-sobs.
"Hayi indlela enokuyenza ngayo!" - umama wayenomsindo gqitha. "Ungazibonanga ubuhle obunjalo!" Ewe, bhetele kuye, awuyi kumfumana naphi na emhlabeni! Ewe, unamakhulu amabini aseBrostantsevs, kuphela ngomunwe we finger. Ngoko tshala uze ubale!
"Andikwazi," ndadabuka ngomsindo. - Lo mbandela wobomi nokufa! Ukuba uSergei andithandi, ndiya kwindwendwe!
UMamula waxhatshazwa. Wayekulindela nto kum, kodwa kungekhona loo nkcazo.
Nangona kunjalo, andizange ndihlekise. Kwaye emva kweentsuku ezimbini uBryantsev wangena kum ngenguqu enkulu waza wabuza:
"Gromov, ungathanda ukuza kum cinema namhlanje?" Okanye uthatha uhambo?
Ngaba ufuna ukuzonwabisa olutsha? - Ndifumene kuyimfuneko ukubuza, ndiyazi ukuba wayedibana noGalka Korableva.
- Uyaziwayo, - akafihla inyaniso uSergei. "Yintoni engalunganga ngayo?" Njengoko uyazi, ulutsha lixesha lovavanyo kunye nephutha. Ukukhangela uthando. Enkulu kwaye yinyani. Ngoko njani? Ngaba uya kuhamba okanye awukho?
- ndiya kuhamba! Ukuphoxisa, ndagxotha. "Nguwe kuphela ... xelela uGarya malunga nam, okanye ngandlela-thile ayenzi kakuhle."
- Uthini umahluko? Wavusa. - Ndiya kuhamba kunye naye. Ngoko ungakhathazeki, yonke into iya kulungile.
Ukususela ngaloo ndlela, phantse imihla ngemihla siye kwindawo ethile-ke ukuya kwi-disco, ke kwi-cafe, ke kwi-movie. Ndandonwabile gqitha. Wandula ngeva:
"Yonke into kaLenchik!" Ndidiniwe yi-shih-pushi, lixesha lokuphila njengomdala.
- Uthetha ntoni na? - Ndiyichitha iindlebe zam.
"Ngocansi, kunjalo!"
- Uyazi! - Ndandithukuthela. "Yiyo ... yinto ... Ngokuqhelekileyo, isondo sibi kakhulu." Ubuncinane, kum. Kwaye ke, andilungele le nyathelo okwamanje.
"Ndiyazi ukuba," wamomothela uBryantsev. "Uya kufunda idilesi yam." Kwimixholo yothando nobungane. Ndixelele ukuba uya kulala ngesondo emva komtshato ...
"Akunjalo, kodwa ..." ilizwi lam lithemba ngokukhohlisa. "Qonda, kufuneka ndiqiniseke ukuba undithanda ngokwenene." Yintoni ongenayo i-hobby, kodwa ebomini ...
- Ewe, uthe! Uthi uSergei. - Hayi, ndiya kukuthanda, ngokuqinisekileyo, kodwa malunga nobomi bonke ... Ngubani ongatsho kwangaphambili!
- Nantsi uyabona!
- Uyabona ntoni? - Wayenomsindo.
"Hayi, andiyazi," ndandiphazamisa. - Mna, ngoko ebomini kuninzi nezinye izinto ezinokuzonwabisa, ngaphandle kwesondo.
"U-huh," wagxotha. - Ngokomzekelo, i-crochet. Mhlawumbi ungazama? Bathi oku kukunika abaninzi uvuyo.
- Uhlekisa, ewe?
- Yintoni ehleliyo? Ewe, yintoni? Wabeka ingalo yakhe emlonyeni wakhe, wandibamba kuye. - Ukuqonda, isisityebi, isondo - oku kuwona mkhulu kwihlabathi. Unamandla ngaphezu kwesiphina isilwanyana. Inika abantu ugqozi, ugqozi, uvuyo, ekupheleni! Kwaye ufuna ukuba ndilwe neminqweno yam. Ingacacisekanga yakho eyaziwayo ... Kutheni? Ndathula. Umbuzo wakhe wokugqibela uSergei wandiqhubelela ukuba ndimi. Andizange ndiyazi ukuba kunengqiqo ukugcina ubuntombi, ukuba ubuhlobo bokuqala bunikezelwa kumntu, kungekhona othandekayo.
"Lindela kancinci," wambuza ngokuthula. "Kancinane nje." Kulungile?
"Kulungile," uBryantsev wanciphisa. "Kodwa khumbula, andinakulimela ixesha elide ..."
Kwiveki yonke, uSergei wayephephe iintlanganiso, ebhekise kwingqesho yakhe. Kodwa ndaqonda ukuba kungani engathandi ukundibona. Ekugqibeleni, ndinikezela:
- Sergei, ndiyavuma. Andizi nje ukuba kufuneka sikwenze oku.
"Ndiyakwazi," watsho ngokukhawuleza. "Unina uhlale ehlala emva emsebenzini, ngoko ..."
"Mhlawumbi kungcono kum?" Ndiphazamisekile ngokuqinisekileyo. "Bahamba nje eOdessa iintsuku ezimbini kusasa." Kuhlobo.
Ukususela kwiindaba ezinjalo ubuso bukaSergey buqhekeza ngokwenene ukumomotheka.
- Wanyuka, nyana! Ngomso ngamathathu wena ... ndazibopha. Kwaye kwangoko kwaqala ukubala ixesha ukuya kwintsimbi yesithathu ngomso. Ekuseni, kwangoko bafika kwidrama esondelene nayo yokutya. Emva koko, umntu othandekayo kufuneka adle ngokufanelekileyo kwaye amnandi! Ndathengela i-sausages e-smoked, ushizi, ukhukhamba olwandle kunye namakhowe.
Emva kokucinga, wathabatha ibhotile yewayini yaseGeoorgia eyomileyo kunye nekhekhe.
Ukuxazulula ingxaki yeziqabu, waqala ukucamngca ngokubonakala kwakhe. Kwaphela malunga nemizuzu emihlanu wahlala engenasiphako phambi kwesibuko, ekhangele. E-ewe, amehlo ayencinci, ngoko ayiyi kuba yingozi ukunyusa ngeentolo ... Siye sandisa i-eyelashes ngoncedo lwesidumbu ... Impumlo ide kakhulu, kodwa inokufutshane ifumane i-tonal cream. Emahlathini ndiza kufaka i-rouge encinane ukuba ndibonise i-cheekbones ngokugqithiseleyo. Ewe, akubi. Ngoku iinwele zam ... Ndazisusa i-gum yam, ndagubha intloko yam, ndikhulula amacu amade emagxeni am. Mhlawumbi kungcono ngale ndlela. Ngoku, u-lipstick ... Hayi, ingubo engcono. Emva kwakho konke, awukwazi ukuyidubula, kodwa ... Nkosi, ndothuka kangakanani! Ndambatha iingubo zam kwaye ndaqala ukuhamba ukusuka kwikona ukuya kwikona, ndihlala ndijonge umlindo wam. Emva koko wawela kwisihlalo seentonga waza wanyusa i-whiskey ngezandla zakhe.
Kwaye wazityhaxeka ngokucinga ngokukhawuleza. Kuthekani ukuba uSergei akafiki? Ngokukhawuleza wandihlolisisa kwaye ngoku uhleka, esitshilo ngabahlobo bakhe. Yintoni ke? Ngomzuzu ndandifuna ukukhala, kwaye emva kweminye imihlanu - ukukhala ngelizwi lam. Kwaye kwakukho umnxeba ngokukhawuleza emnyango.
Ukuhlahlela, ndagijima ukuyivula.
"Sawubona," uSergei wahlanza, wangena waza wanginika i rose. "Ndiyaxolisa, ndichitha ixesha elincinane apha."
"Akukho nto," ndandiyicingela.
- Ungubani, njengelitye? Wayebuza, wathimba amahlombe akhe, wandibamba kuye. "Uyaziwa ..." Wayekhangeleka ngamehlo am. "Kwenzeka njani, ewe okanye cha?" Cinga, wandibiza! Ukububula, ndavala amehlo:
"Ewe," wachaza ngelizwi elilimele. "Nguye kuphela ... andinakwenza nantoni na."
"Eyokuqala, akukho mntu unokuyenza," uSergey uthe ifilosofi, ezama ukuxuba i-zipped zipper kwengubo yam. - Kodwa kuyimfuneko, ngelinye ilanga ukuqala. Enyanisweni, umntwana?
Andizange ndiphendule, kuba ndiwele kwisimo esithile esingaziwayo. "Yonke into," watsho ngengqondo. Wandula ke wathi: "Ewe, konke oko!" Ngaloo ndlela uthando lwam "omdala" lwaqala, kodwa aluzange luhlale ixesha elide, kuba emva kokufumana isatifikethi, uSergei wasuka ngokukhawuleza waya kubayise eRashiya. Yaye yaphela ... Kwaye namhlanje ndivuyisayo ukuhlangabezana nobutsha bam.
Isikolo sasingekho kude , ngoko ndahamba ngeenyawo. Ngovuyo lwangena kwi-lobby eyaziwayo. Ukunyuka kwamanyathelo, ndaya kwihholo, ndihlotshiswe ngeibhaluni kunye ...
"Gromova?" - Uphendukele kum indoda ende ende eneenwele ezimfutshane. - kwaye awuzange utshintshe nonke ...
"Seryozha," ndandixolisa.
- Lenuska. Ukhulu! Ukhangeleka kakuhle!
"Ndizama," ndatsho.
"Kuthekani ngobomi bakho?" Winkink. - Utshatile?
- Qhawula umtshato. Nawe?
"Hayi," wahleka. - Ngoko, yibambe umzuzu!
"Ngaba ndinalo ithuba?"
"Ngaba ucinga ngexesha elidlulileyo?" - Ehleli phantsi, uSergei wagubha. - Yiza, andikukhohlisi. Kungenxa yokuba iimeko.
- Ngoku kuya kuhluka?
"Mhlawumbi." Wandinika iglasi ye-champagne. "Ngaba, siya kusela kuseludala?" Okungabonakaliyo ... Ndiyidumise ngesivumelwano. Emva kokuthabatha, waphinde wakhangela uSergei.
- Bathi ufuna ukuvula i-solarium?
- Ndifuna ukufuna into, kodwa andinayo imali eyaneleyo. Lungisa izicathulo ezingamashumi amathathu, ewe? Upholile ngoku, abazali bakho bancede ukuvula inkampani yakho. Ngendlela ... - Wayenqikaza. "Uyazi, kwaye emva kwakho konke, unyoko wandihlawula ukuba ndikunakekele."
Ngaba uyihlawule? - ndamangaliswa. - Ngaba unzulu? Nkosi, budenge!
- Ewe, kutheni? Wahleka, wangqongqoza ngamagxa. - Mna, konke kwavela kakuhle. Okanye akunjalo?
- Ewe uhambe! - Ndandiphakamisa, kwaye, ndaphakama, ngokukhawuleza ndaya ekuphumeni.
"Uyaphi, uLen?" - Irk Davydov wandibiza, kodwa ndandiphakamisa isandla sam. Emva koko wahlala ekhaya ixesha elide eshahleni. Njengokuba wayefuna ukuhlamba inkunkuma. Kwaye mhlawumbi kungcola, kodwa ukugqithwa kothando lokuqala?