Imprint of Heart. Illumination with love

A simple matter has become complicated,
It sounds as in law enumerated.
From fear, the heart stops tears without:
What will happen if everything plays out?

The lights, the flowers, and the noise of the song…
The midnight rumbling music spread out in unison.
And the muse died of surprise.
She was killed by a guitar flurry eyes.

So sad and anxious it was. After all,
For something we exist in the world.
Yes, in our life everything is possible,
We see it day by day without exhaustible.

It’s time to get used, so what,
You can not be fooled around.
“Alas,” we can only sum up.
“The eighth miracle is not a flaunt.”

“Bravo,” he clapped when he came back and sat on the sofa, covering himself with a blanket.

“Listen,” she said, hiding herself in a silk sheet, and sat on the edge of the sofa, as an ancient Roman priestess of the goddess Vesta – vestal – in toga during a sacrifice:

Age of Computers

Rock paintings of a distant creator
Infuse energy without initiator.
The ancients were smarter. What a shame!
Predicting computerization by name.

Well, what will it be from now on that?
A covenant in the future. Nobody will forget
Neither lines, nor images of our ideas in phrases,
No thoughts of relatives, no dreams of cases.

She stopped reading and wanted to hide the notebook back in the bag, but he stopped, and they exchanged passionate embraces and kisses. They drank some more wine and got excited.

“Beautiful and modern. Take care of your father; give your girlfriend something of value from yourself. She will be pleased,” Alexey said and ran his hand along the curve of her back.

“But listen, this is for our children,” she continued.

“Maybe it’s time to create, build
And construct our owning.
We want strength to triple,
To work until morning.

To forget about illnesses and quarrels,
About compulsory vacation.
So in the boyish heads of cleverers
They would see great deeds illumination.

It takes a lot of decisions.
Fulfill a lot of problems.
And there is no disagreement in opinions,
And there are no solid dilemmas.

It will happen, I know.
Why to cheat and lie.
I bequeath to love the country.
It’ll happiness provide.”

“Did she die?” his question caused Lucy’s perplexity.

“No, but suffered a serious trauma to the skull. Have a rest. I’ll probably go.”

“I’m escorting you,” he suggested, dressing. “We’ll finish it after.”

“It’s encouraging, I’m almost ready. Come on,” she said, standing at the door and adjusting her coat.

8. Party

The next day it was Sunday. Alexey appeared at exactly six at her home, as they agreed. He greeted her father. Lucy changed her clothes. She put on her outgoing dress, remade from the mother’s old, silk.

“Dear dad, we are invited to visit our employee. Perhaps I will be late,” Lucy warned, looking at Alexey when her father listened to something on the radio.

Sveta lived completely in the other end of the city, so they had to take a taxi. They drove up to a tall, fourteen-story building of modern architecture with two high-speed elevators. The apartment on the top floor consisted of three rooms, an improved layout. Lucy and Alexey came before others.

Sveta led the guests to all the rooms, even did not forget the loggia. The rooms were large and bright. Guests liked everything.

“Sveta, will I help you to lay dishes on the table,” Lucya suggested, sympathetically.

“You may help. Here’s an apron,” she held out a thing of clothes folded in a double size. “I’ll put the children to bed.”

The guest took care of the table setting. Sveta had beautiful tableware: a Czech dinner set for twelve persons, lots of crystal, nickel silver forks and spoons. The landlady came up to her, she liked how Lucy had covered the table.

Gradually, the guests began to gather. They were introduced. Lucy met a friend of Sveta’s husband and his wife. They worked in another shop. They waited for the appearance of Sveta’s younger brother – Jacob from Riga, but he called and told to sit at the table without him, his departure was delayed due to the weather.

Sveta was very upset, but immediately invited everyone to the table and cheered up:

“We are excellent housewives,” she complimented Lucya. “You helped me,” she said softly to her. “Take salads from the refrigerator and put them on the plates, and I’ll cut the bread and spread the napkins.”

“I envy you so much,” Lucy said a little softly too. “You have a wonderful family, nice children, and an apartment. Are you probably happy?”

“Oh, yes I am, surely. But it did not come all at once. When Robert and I got married, we did not have any.”

The guests were seated in pairs. Near to Lucy on the right side sat Alex, and to the left Robert – the husband of Sveta. The first toast was offered by the owner of the apartment: “For peace and friendship between nations.”

The second toast was offered by Alexey: “For fine women.” The general merriment began: they danced, laughed, joked. Alexey did not leave Lucy all evening, but invited Sveta to dance as a sign of respect for the hostess of the house.