I’m walking next to him, and there’s nonsense in my head…” “Do you have class?” Jasyn asked when they went out along the alley of the park to the avenue. She paused and answered cautiously: “I don’t want to go. I’m not in the mood for a lec- ture.” “Did meeting me have such a bad effect on you?” “It’s the opposite… I want to calmly think, but it’s noisy there, like in a bazaar.” “If for each new thought you need to leave class, then… you will kicked out of university.” “No, no!” the girl laughed. “Don’t be afraid! They walked rather quickly along a free street and did not notice how they ended up a block from Bagila’s house. “You notice,” Bagila asked, slightly touching Jasyn with her shoulder. “Yesterday we managed to say a lot in a taxi, but today we were together for more than an hour and did not agree on anything. Why is that?!” “You don’t need to ask about it,” Jasyn said, frowning his eyebrows. “That’s what the heroines from sentimental stories say. The answer has been known for a long time.” “You don’t like sentimental things? “I can’t stand them.” “Interesting! And I thought…” “Bagila,” Jasyn stopped her. “Indeed, what a disgusting name, exactly the name of a cheap caramel. Did you say that your aunt calls you Sur?” “Yes,” she answered curtly, pouting her lips. “Well, it’s not perfect, but it’s better than your actual name. I will also call you Sur. So, Sur, can’t you just keep quiet!?” Bagila blinked rapidly, and her face burned with fire. She felt so ashamed and hurt that for a moment she even forgot where she was. “Come on now,” he said impatiently, not looking at her. “Sometimes there is more sense in silence than in endless chatter. In any case, when people are silent, the illusion of understanding each other is created.” “People are silent when they are alone,” she said passionately, ready to burst into tears. “Wrong, absolutely not! In loneliness thoughts are vague, and when there is a person like you around, thoughts become stricter.” The words “like you” instantly knocked down the flame of rage, and Bagila’s soul instantly subsided, like a kitten under a gentle hand. “He’s thinking about me!” She exulted, losing her breath. “Sometimes he is soft, like a camel, and sometimes he beats like a twig.

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