her on the sofa. “Do you have any pain?” she asked, looking at the girl with pity. Bagila shook her head. He reappeared before her eyes, the impudent young man from the train. All this time, she unconsciously searched for him and then she saw him… Again, the same cold face, cold look, and again only for a few moments…! “What was he talking about? What did he say?” How she regretted not being able to listen to him, to see him closely. She already believed that without much difficulty she could forget him, now her confidence crumbled to dust. Her heart was beating so desperately that Bagila realised that the “unpleasant passenger” had taken a firm place in her soul, and she could never forget him. “Is this really how it will be?” She thought, returning for the thousandth time to the question that had tormented her for so long. “It turns out that I… No, it can’t be, did I really fall in love at first sight?” “We need to call an ambulance. Your face is pale.” “No, I’m fine now.” “Have you ever been like this before?” “No…” Lie down, I’ll give you a cold compress. Malika left. Sargel paced restlessly in the kitchen. “Karatai’s father had heart problems, and that finished him off. It turns out that it is true that the disease is inherited…” he panicked, clasping his hands. “Such a young girl, it’s a pity! I wouldn’t even wish a heart attack on my enemy. Well, it’s kind of parasite, you can never be cured of it! “Enough,” Malika told him. “Who asks you to show your knowledge in medicine?! This is well known without you.” Malika, squeezing the water out of the gauze, hurried into Bagila’s room. “I don’t need anything,” said the girl, completely coming to her senses. “I don’t have any pain, and in general I have never been sick.” Malika carefully looked into her clear, calm eyes and said softly: “If my woman’s intuition does not deceive me, something special has affected you? Tell the truth, what’s the matter?” Bagila stared unblinkingly at Malika’s smiling face, bending over her, her eyes full of kindness and pity. And she read in those eyes: “Tell me, I love you very much, trust me as you trust yourself. I am your true friend.” Bagila was moved. “Lika,” she whispered softly, “I love you…”
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