“You know what…” Bagila looked straight at him. “Lika and I talked about you for a long time today. We talked for more than an hour… About your work, about your family, about these articles. Lika likes you very much. Today she literally cried because of this article. And just then uncle Sargel came in and began tormenting her with questions, he asked why she was crying. They quarrelled as usual, and in the end, she burst into tears for real. He still remembers that cigarette butt pret- ty well… “I am so glad for them!” Jasyn smiled sarcastically. “He just hinted at something to my dad. A month ago, dad came to me, and we talked about a lot. Previ- ously, dad did not give me advice, but then he suddenly said: “Look, daughter, your misfortunes first echo in us, think about the honour of your parents and your own honour.” It seems to me that he knows about you… After that conversation, I really became attached to him. “Now he’s trying to find a way to get rid of me again?” She looked at Jasyn with curiosity, but he seemed to have already forgotten about her, he sat, busy with his thoughts, mechanically leafing through magazines. It was always like this when he had a difficult time: he became indifferently careless and coldly calm. Bagila, noticing this, tried not to ask unnecessary questions, realising that some important thought was ripening in him, and it was weightier than all of her words. Jasyn opened the window. Cool air rushed into the room and with it the sound of a fountain beating in the square in front of the hotel. He looked for a long time at the opera house, whitening with columns opposite, at the people strolling decorously by the fountain. Bagila tried, but could not get used to Jasyn, when he became like this: withdrawn, detached, as if she was not around and never was. “Sur, come here,” Jasyn suddenly said without even looking in her direction. Bagila nervously leaned back in her chair. “Why should I come over?!” She even turned away with wounded pride. “Well, please, your dignity will not suffer, I promise. Just come here.” With painful reluctance, she rose from her seat and stood beside him. “Look how careless people are, how they rush to live. Somewhere there are wars, coup d’état, new states
Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153