His eyes flickered over the books on the shelf that hung over the bed. The shelf looked flimsy, but there seemed to be an outrageous amount of books.
This will kill you! Vosmyachkin once said when he first came to visit and walking around the room, he watched how he checked his treasure. Since childhood, nothing has been more valuable to me than books. I could read for hours without distraction. I usually did this, but then another problem suddenly arose the body became numb, and I, like some kind of pensioner, tried to gather in a pile with my clumsy paws. And with a shelf, I solved the issue even easier two pins, as thick as a finger, were nailed (or driven?) Fifteen centimeters into the wall even electrical tape was not required.
It began to get dark. Leaving the room, she went up to the roof again. Michaelis was there. Without turning around, he said over his shoulder:
Hi.
Hi. I wont interfere?
I would be glad if you keep me company, the guy patted next to him, hinting to sit next to him. And what would not?
Shrugging, I plopped down. The coating had become very hot during the day and was now roasting the ass. Sink fat, sink darling. But there will be no cystitis, the inner voice mockingly whispered.
Do you smoke? I asked out of courtesy.
No, in his voice, as yesterday, universal sadness was heard. Apparently, life was not sickly, the dude was too zadolbalsya, I even wanted to sympathize.
You knew people die from smoking, my interlocutor remarked.
Yes, okay, there are no immortals, I shrugged.
Well, then my smoke will have to be postponed. Didnt want to disturb him. I know that many people are sensitive to those who tar nearby, complaining about passive smoking and an unpleasant smell. I respect peoples personal boundaries.
How was your day? I asked, wrapping my arms around my knees. I wanted to talk a little. Simple and nothing.
Light.
His answer surprised and brought a smile. Light, which is strange. And this is at a time when thunderclouds are gathering over the capital. Some graters at the Lemur Academy stirred up the entire magical community and, in connection with this, any bad weather and cataclysms were attributed to them, worse than Mercury retrograde.
How was your day? How is study? he asked politely.
Fine, I shrugged.
Do you like studying here?
I dont know, Im not sure.
Why?
I thought. For some reason, it was light and light in my soul, as if a small personal sun had lit up in my chest, warming it from the inside.
Because I havent decided on my life, I replied with a smile. Sounds stupid, I chuckled, lowering my head slightly. Smoking I really want to drag on, feel how the smoke settles in my lungs.
No, he continued to peer thoughtfully into the distance. At least be honest.
I pulled the hood over my head and shoved my hands into my pockets, shivering in the chill. However, it got colder in the evening.
We sat for another thirty minutes in complete silence, and I said goodbye and left the roof.
In the room, the first thing I did was put the kettle on and made myself some instant coffee. It seems not tasty, but the habit of drinking has remained since school time.
Warmed up, I quickly took a shower, changed into my pajamas, and lay down, getting ready for bed.
But a variety of and very inappropriate thoughts climbed into my head. She smiled involuntarily, remembering how a school friend taught me to walk in a miniskirt and high heels. At that time, I could only clatter with the gait of a lame, crooked-legged grasshopper, that is, with my knees forward. Then a friend taught me how to paint.
And here we are so cool and fashionable went for a walk. Many approached with the aim of getting acquainted, at least it seemed to me so. For some reason, phrases such as: Girls, doesnt your mother need a son-in-law? were infuriating. My mother needs a heavy machine gun or a bigger broom to drive some away, I usually answered coldly and that was it, the renters left. A friend held a master class, explaining and showing how to flirt and flirt beautifully. This is probably why she got married after school, and I went to the capital. The spoon left in the cup with which I always drank tea or coffee did not increase my chances of marriage either; and the habit of sitting on the corner of the table (yeah, right on top). Superstitious in the subject, the rest do not fill your head with nonsense.
I didnt like pretending to be someone Im not. Maybe thats why I didnt have any friends. There was a time when I tried to fall under stereotypes, not to stand out from the crowd, to become a gray mass. Something didnt work out. And maybe its for the best.
I woke up abruptly, as if doused with cold water. Remembering that she was going to go to the store for bread, she quickly pulled on jeans, a jacket with a windbreaker and hurried to leave the huge anthill of the hostel. For a walk, I chose a distant grocery store located a couple of blocks away and bought bread, slowly returning back.
It was warm outside, but the rare slush from the reagents that were sprinkled on the ice did not allow us to fully enjoy the walk. Nodding in time to the music, she could hardly keep herself from singing along. Headphones slipped, I had to correct them. But I slowly walked along the sidewalk.
There were many people, but they were all united by one thing an absent stupid look. As if these people have already burned their lives long ago and now continue to exist. Sometimes live sparkling eyes came across, and then my gaze was already riveted to this person.
I was so carried away by my observations that I did not look around when I was crossing the road and I captured the whistle of tires on dry pavement only at the very edge of my consciousness. I turned around, feeling the earpiece pop out of my ear at the same time. I felt as if someone had pulled my windbreaker from behind. I took a step back, stumbled over the curb and fell, hitting my ass painfully.
Stupid! shouted the driver, flying a few centimeters away from me and carried away into a happy unknown.
I looked back. There was no one around. Maybe a flair? Or did it seem? I looked at myself in surprise, thanking the guiding star for miraculously not being hurt. The ass, although it was repulsed, reminded me that I was alive, healthy and almost unharmed. Whatever it is, Im lucky.
With this strange feeling, I walked about six meters, when suddenly!
Hi! A heavy hand landed on my shoulder.
Startled in surprise. I elbowed back and hit.
This is how you greet your friends, Vosmyachkin remarked reproachfully, rubbing his bruised side. It cannot be said that the blow came out strong, but still sensitive.
You know that you cant approach me like that from the back, I noticed with a reproach and a slight hint of irritation, pulling the second earpiece out of my ear and, exhaling, spoke more calmly. Hi. What fates?
Went for pasta.
I suddenly noted to myself that I was mentally addressing the guy by his last name, forgetting about his name. And his name was Dima. But for some reason, in my perception, the name was lost and only carefree and cheerful remained Vosmyachkin.
Listen, when I checked the tasks, I noticed that you did not fully understand the topic of differential equations. If you want, we can work out together.
He blushed.
Lets not today, I answered softly, hoping that next time it would be even easier to dodge. I have more plans for today.
Despite the fact that I wanted to be alone, Dima volunteered to take me to the hostel, telling me, as if giving a lecture, examples of solving problems and theorems. Perhaps this is how he tried to show me his knowledge, or maybe he was so inept in a square dance. It is hard to say. My thoughts were still returning to my miraculous salvation, for which there seemed to be logical explanations, but there seemed to be no.