arise. Some people die, others are born… How many languages, how many customs, how many hopes and despairs. And none of us really know each other. For example, in Africa, not a single person realises that in the distant city of Almaty, in the five hundred and thirtieth room of this hotel, we are standing together, and you are terribly offended by my request to come to me, and that today in the newspaper I was criticised as the last graphomaniac. No one knows but the two of us. It’s a pity!” Bagila looked at him, not understanding what he was saying. “What’s a pity?!” “It is a pity that the concept of “humanity” is so abstract. Somewhere on earth, two people, a she and a he, are madly in love with each other. They can’t live apart, and people couldn’t give a damn about that. “Why do we need to know about them?” “And no one knows us. Nobody!” Bagila winced: after all, he is a weirdo! “Why ‘and us’?” “We love each other after all.” Jasyn, continuing to look out the window, put his hand on her shoulder. Then he drew her to him, pressed him tightly with his right hand and kissed her temple. She felt dizzy, lord, can he really be so gentle and defenceless?! Bagila almost cried at this revelation. He realised that this intimacy with her was the most unique, most sacred moment, the only one for him, and, god forbid, for her. Is this amazing feeling going to rumble for next couple of hours in his chest? Maybe for every single day? He turned Bagila towards him, looked straight into her eyes. “Is that really true?” Jasyn asked, not at all understanding what was happening to him. Bagila was silent. She did not know what to answer him, how could she talk about it… Sooner or later she was waiting for this day – he had to open up to her, and that’s all happened. Now she was terrified. Where, into what dead ends, will this magical attachment to him lead her? He has a wife, children, a settled life in which he is not at all free. What will come out of their closeness, secrets, furtive meetings in deserted corners, in hotel rooms? But without him, Bagila could no longer imagine life. From the time she got to know Jasyn, all the
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