of the table. It turns out that Bagila did not even notice how the champagne was opened, how they had already drunk a glass of wine. Did they really pour and drink each glass by themselves?! Again, Bagila felt superfluous. Occasionally they turned to her, but only for the sake of decency, without any attention and joy to the event. It even began to seem to her that it was she who caused the quarrel between the spouses. In addition, the recent gift from the unfamiliar guys, the note brought disgrace on to her, it made her blush in front of her relatives. Maybe Sargel understands all this in his own way, that is, very badly, maybe he looks at her and his wife from completely different positions, it is quite possible. Bagila suddenly felt completely alone. And these mountains, and the roaring river, and the skating rink, shining under the bright beams of spotlights, and the noisy city with its restless scurrying inhabitants, the student life that awaits ahead, this restaurant and it’s reckless music, even the inflated Sargel and Malika all this is somehow inexplicably moved away, became cold and flat. There was no person before whom she could open up, lean on their shoulder, count on, without sinning before her conscience. There, at home, she never felt such loneliness, although the life she led was not always arranged and smooth. Even when one evening at dinner, her younger brother read aloud the “Love Letter” (it was called that) written to her by a classmate, she did not experience despair and pain, she only tried to convince everyone that she did not know who wrote it. As she hoped, her father did not scold her, on the contrary, he besieged his son, who was in the fifth grade, put him in a corner, and he shed tears there for a long time. After this uproar in the house, Bagila roused the whole class the next day. She finally found the one who was “in love”. It turned out to be a lazy overgrown boy who ate corn in class and flicked the remaining hard grains at nearby girls. In his letter, he claimed that he would steal Bagila for himself. “If I am lucky to get on a saddle with you, then my father will not catch up to us with his car,” he wrote. The boy’s parents
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