the waiter?” For Malika, who decided that the evening was ir- reparably ruined, her husband’s expression made a very special impression. It seems that for the first time in her life she looked at him with warmth. The waiter brought chocolate and ice cream. “Well, you can start your favourite dish,” Malika said, looking at the girl with a smile. Bagila really enjoyed the ice cream, but then she saw how one of the four young people sitting at the table near the entrance was staring in her direction. The guy was lean, high cheekbones, with shoulder-length hair. Just like Chingachgook. Taking another spoonful of ice cream, she looked at him… The guy smiled at her. “Lika, that guy over there… he’s not taking his eyes off me. I’m uncomfortable…” Bagila whispered. “Which one?” “Near the entrance, the long-haired one.” “I’m not surprised, let’s see, let’s see! Ah, the one with his chin in his palm?” “Yes.” “Don’t look at him, otherwise he’ll think that you like him too, and then he won’t leave you alone. Always do like this: just roll your eyes and he’s gone. Especially if it’s an artist or a sculptor, in general, anyone from that group.” “How do you know? “Well, they’re always the first to let go of their beard and hair. “Why?” “I do not know. Everyone goes crazy in their own way.” The orchestra struck out something from the repertoire of “Bony M”. The bearded fellow, who had worked hard to look like Roussos, seemed to be longing for his drum during the day, for, hanging his head to one side, he began to walk with might and main with his sticks. The ringing of brass cymbals drowned out the entire orchestra, and, except for the drum, all other instruments were barely audible. Malika looked at the drummer with displeasure and dislike. After her first failed marriage to a drummer, she couldn’t stand the profession. The dancing began. Bagila was amazed that none of the young people could really dance, everyone just twitched to the beat of the music. The orchestra members, as if pleased that they could instil such demonic excitement in people, tried their best. A very young girl in a short black skirt danced surrounded by three guys. Her blond hair, falling wildly down her narrow back, beautifully set off her pale white face, sparkling golden under the bright
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