each other. As soon as someone pays attention to me, his blood pressure immediately rises. So, you just have to stay away from jealous suitors. Oh yeah, that guy, I’m talking about the artist, I liked him. He turned out to be completely different then I imagined at the beginning. I love people who are open about what they think. Among these there are many honest ones, they do not live with cunningness and deceitfulness. Do you want to listen to music?” “Sure.” “Let’s go.” They left the kitchen. “Mance,” Malika called loudly. “Mance, how are you?” “I asked for a negotiation. They said to wait.” “If we don’t hear, call us, okay?” “Of course,” Mancia’s voice sounded sad. It seems that Malika understood a lot about pop music. The shelves were full of tapes and records of popular singers and ensembles. She pressed the “intimate” key on the stereo “Melody-103” and put on the record of Iovanna. Then they listened to Edita Piekha. “I like them both,” she said, reclining in her chair. “They touch my soul. They sing with feeling. In general, I don’t give a damn about their voices, as long as they’re sincere…” They were silent again for a long time, listening to the music. The slow smooth melody helped to daydream; it carried them away to distant beautiful lands. The quiet house was full of prosperity, a cool evening slumbered outside the windows, it was so pleasant to sit in complete carelessness, calmly, thoughtlessly. Bagila was surprised by Malika’s character. The hostess did not go to her hus- band to find out how he was feeling, did not look to see if her children were sleeping, did not ask if they were fed. “Maybe she just trusts Mancia,” thought Bagila. “Eh!” Malika sighed. “Humans are interesting creatures! They are born, they grow and then they die! That’s their whole life. They hurry, they strive for something, they wait, they hope for fate to bless them. And if it doesn’t, they wait as long as they can, but if they crack, even once, they give up and don’t get anything. And then they cry and obey, and they get used to it, lowering their heads. Years pass, they flounder, and they do not see: their lives slowly going out, like a flickering flame. They start getting old. And then, it’s the end. You know, I feel
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