Imprint of Heart. Illumination with love

At the end of the evening an abundant table with several kinds of salads, hot, jellied fish, grenades and mineral water was emptied. The guests began to disperse. The first hurried Lucy:

“Sveta, I need to go.

“Of course, of course. I understand. It’s too late.”

Sveta corrected a beautiful, knitted dress and threw her head back in agreement. Dense fair hair waves were scattered on the shoulders.

“And I need to go. Lucy, let’s go together.” Alexey hurried too.

“I’ll wait for you while you get dressed,” she answered eloquently.

It was dark outside. The weather was roaring. A cold, sharp wind blew. The sky was completely black and there was not a single asterisk. While they were dancing, it rained, had not completely stopped, drizzled in small drops. There were puddles everywhere. With gusts of wind, the streams of water increased. Alex picked up his collar.

“Come quickly, Alex, or you’ll catch a cold. Why did not you put anything on your head?” she, worried, began to show maternal care.

“Do not worry. I’m seasoned. Do not wash your feet…”

Suddenly the rain was poured with such force that it was difficult to distinguish anything in front of them.

“Let’s go under the awning,” she pointed to the shield near the store, “or into the entrance, wait until it’s raining,” she offered ardently and with love.

“You’re not afraid of the gray wolves eating you,” he joked. “The bunny.”

“You’re joking, but I’m not to jokes, I’m already soaked with water all the threads. Here, touch what cold hands I have.”

Alexey touched Lucy’s hands. Yes, in fact, they were cold.

“You’re my ice, we’ll come here soon, or I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold.”

They ran into the nearest open porch. It was damp and cold, but the main advantage was that cold water did not flow from above. Alexey shook off the raincoat and raindrops from his head.

“Allow me to look after you and shake off water from shoulders.”

“Do, please, otherwise I’m really afraid of catching a cold. I do not want to hurt at all.”

The rain intensified. Lucya stood at the open door. Rainy streams densely crossed the air. The water drained to the face and to the palms stretched forward. She stood, watched as the palm filled with water and recited the memorized lines from her girlfriend’s book “Illumination with Love”:

Autumn

Yellow leaves fly as malt
And lie on the asphalt.
The wind howls, the branches are bending…
What will happen now perhaps ending?

But let go, again quiet kindly.
All around stop mildly.
Let petty rain drizzle.
Evil days by water mizzles.

“What are you whispering?” Alexey asked frightened from somewhere above, crouching on the step of the stairs and continuing to shake the water from the cloak.

“If it was not for the cold wind, then…” she did not finish, as if she wanted to say something and changed her mind, and stood and thought about something tensely.

“I’ll get a taxi now. The rain will pour all night; we can not hang around here. We’ll spend the night next time.”

He got out of the porch entrance, but so as luck would have disappeared, not a single car was rushing past. Suddenly, in the distance, Mazda appeared, sparkling with a wet roof. Alexey waved his hands. The car stopped, a driver looked out of the window and said briefly:

“Sit down.”

Alexey called Lucya. She ran out of the entrance, deftly opened the back door and sat in the corner, followed by Alexey. He said the address.

“How are you feeling? Were you chilled?

“It’s tolerant.”

The car buzzed and jerked. The driver switched on the receiver. The weather forecast was reported: “Warm weather with short-term precipitation is expected”.

“Yes, they are right, it would be nice,” said the driver. “But it is hard to believe at all.”

The couple silently supported him. The driver twisted the pen of the receiver, found a piquant music. Alexey’s warm hand lay on her shoulder, and fear completely passed. They arrived in twenty minutes. She got out of the car.