In the New Year's Eve, I did not notice that Andryusha's enthusiasm for meeting the New Year in the central square of the city somehow came to naught. And he informed me about it on December 31, referring to a slight runny nose and general malaise, and then ran off to work-urgent matters: everything is boiling and all raw. I hesitated at home, packing the cake, which was baked for the festive worker sabantuychika. Only I threw a piece of cake into my mouth, as the mobile Andrew rang. That's always the case - hurry-flies and certainly something will forget! Just as it was - with a mouth full of food, I began frantically searching for a phone that I heard singing a cracked baritone from somewhere. "Do you think you figured out what you need?".
In a hurry, I never looked at the number , trying to swallow a biscuit-cream lump stuck in my throat, but he stubbornly did not swallow. In response to my silence in the phone, the woman laughed loudly:
- Well, did you tell us about our plans? I'm already at the hairdresser! Tell me when you tell her good-bye, May lav! And do not pull! Until you tell me, do not show yourself to me! Why are you silent, lapulya?
There was a suspicious silence in the receiver, and then the woman sniffed contemptuously and continued:
"All right, Andryusha!" You're an adult boy - you'll decide who you should be with tonight! And do not be silent as if you were not there!
As soon as she disconnected , and the hysterical beeping of the short beeps, I got out of the stupor and felt the biscuit fall off somewhere down. And only then did she feel how her hands were shaking, and her heart was beating like it had been hunted. It would have rushed at full speed, but there was nowhere to run. Here it was pounding that there was urine in the chest, breathing fast, and the beaten pulse echoed echoing in his temples ...
Until the last second, until the very last second, until she pronounced Andrei's name, I hoped that this woman with a sonorous laugh and the imperious intonations of the spoiled girl was mistaken with the number. Well, it's like New Year's Eve - vanity, haste, poking the wrong finger in the wrong number ... But when she, with the tender carelessness of a full-fledged owner, called the love of my whole life, Andryusha, I realized that this is the end. And no happy New Year happy end with the exposure of a mistake or a stupid joke and jealous-happy kisses, tears and gifts will not be. The coming New Year's Eve, which had just sparkled in my imagination with a starry sky, Bengal lights and fireworks in the central square, suddenly looked at me with empty black eye sockets and smiled sideways.
- Scum! - With hatred said a deaf grinning emptiness. "What a cowardly scum you are!"
Tear was not there. This is me, something that can burst into tears at a time when James Bond, in the end, saves his next long-legged girlfriend and encases her in his strong men's arms! There were no tears. And the head was clearer than ever, and against this background of clarity black crows circled thoughts - one is blacker than the other.
Under their indefatigable whirling, I whirled around the apartment, collecting my belongings. Fortunately Andrew did not make on the eve of the holiday in the garage my large suitcase, bought on the occasion of the upcoming foreign mission.
Gathering was surprisingly easy . Memory helpfully reproduced a list of the most necessary things, and I, as it turned out, threw one after another into the suitcase. Throwing the hair dryer and a small box with make-up, I closed the suitcase, put the documents in my purse and looked around our apartment from the threshold. Despite the hasty fees, she looked festive. A Christmas tree in the corner, a serpentine along the cornices, covered with a smart tablecloth table ... And then my mobile phone rang. The room was unfamiliar, and I accepted the challenge.
- Sun! Andrei's voice rang out. "I'll be a little late at work, but do not worry." I forgot the phone at home, turn it off so that customers do not ...
I turned off the mobile in mid-sentence, put it in my pocket and left the house. The suitcase was at once bulky, but very comfortable, and I rolled it in front of me. The cake was left at home, so there was no point in going without him to work. I phoned my boss, referred to force majeure home circumstances and asked to give me a day off, promising to bring to work after the holiday as compensation for two whole cakes. On that and decided. I on the machine uttered banal pre-New Year wishes, and she just walked unbeknownst to where. I had no escape plan. I did not prepare for him. And who is ready for this? Unless, eastern women, prudently hung from head to foot with jewels in the event of an unexpected expulsion from a family paradise. This is life's training! I'm also a pioneer, always ready to leave! ..
I did not have time to think up this completely sensible idea. Near me a taxi slowed down, and the driver, with the fierce appearance of a fighting dog, leaned out of the window, smiled and good-naturedly growled: "Where are we going?" I recoiled, pondered for a moment and, dropping my sister's address, got into the car.
The sisters did not have a house , but we exchanged keys for every fire case for a long time, so I got into the apartment without any problems and then I typed Lyubasha.
"You just do not revise!" - she exhorted me with the authoritative voice of her elder sister. - There is cognac in the buffet. I'm going to let a little gram of gram glut of fifty! And eat something ...
- Yes, I do not! What more! - through teeth I snapped, angry with my sister for this stupid tone. "He spoiled all the holidays for me, but I do not talk about life at all!" I would cut all the tails at once, and then I held out till the holidays, and that now every time I remember New Year's Eve for the rest of my life ?!
- No, we will correct this twisted "karma"! - Sister's voice became sonorous and resolute. - Today you will do everything that you have planned: you will go to the center and you will meet a holiday in the open air ...
I had enough time to put myself in order. Only here to order a taxi to get to the center, it was unreal. And I went on the last minibus. There were not a lot of passengers in it: a guy and a girl dressed up by Father Frost and Snow Maiden, a married couple loaded with bags and bags, and some pretty lanky guy with a small live Christmas tree. I still thought, sitting in the minibus that he was late with the purchase: he will bring the green beauty home, and he will not have time to dress up ...
As she squeaked sideways in the corners , the minibus drifted towards the center frankly unwillingly. At one of the crossroads, her motor suddenly sobbed, snorted loudly and died out. Before the New Year, there was half an hour. The driver cursed, it was useful to watch the carburetor, Santa Claus and the passenger with the tree, who had left his tree under my supervision, started to join him. The motor was silent, the cars were bouncing around evilly, and all this there-the tarar, it seems, disturbed the heavens. The snow fell so generously and unexpectedly that I started, left the tree in the cabin and went outside. Before the battle of the square chimes remained 15 minutes. To the very square it was necessary to stamp a kilometer and a half. Cape exchanged glances with passengers and realized that we would meet the holiday right here.
The guy firmly and easily stuck his Christmas tree in the nearest bald flower bed, a married couple took out of their bags champagne and sundried snacks, Santa Claus and Snegurochka dragged away from where (I thought that from a bag with gifts) red plastic cups, and the driver - Bengal lights and crackers that are stored for grandchildren. I thought longingly about the cake, left on the table, and took a plastic cup with sizzling champagne.
- For happiness! Let it from the outgoing year pass into the coming! - Father Frost said.
- Well, let's play with music! Said the guy with the Christmas tree. - Jin! - he touched my glass and smiled so sincerely and openly that I felt warm in my heart. I looked around and saw that my desire to meet the holiday in the open sky had come true. Funny, strange, stupid, but I'm still here! She could have roared now, locked herself in her sister's bathroom, and damned that stupid bell, and hated the chimes of Andrei ... But I'm here and now - where I wanted to. So everything is going right - the way it should be!
I wiped the tears that came running , and my neighbor immediately gave me a napkin:
"Take it, or the mascara will flow!" He again smiled sincerely and looked me in the eye. - You have very beautiful and expressive eyes. I can not make out. They're green?
I laughed. His attention was kind of trivial, but he behaved sincerely and simply.
"Quads are green!" Are you gray?
- Yes. I'm Sergey's name. And you?
- Anastasia I ...
- For acquaintance! - we got to know each other, drank a glass of champagne and met the New Year for three blocks from the center where the music thundered and fireworks rumbled. And then they talked with Sergei all night. He and I had nowhere to hurry. We said goodbye to our random fellow travelers, waved goodbye to the driver of the shuttle bus, which was taken away by the accident, and then decided to go to the nearest night bar. The tree stayed in the middle of the flower bed.
"I think she's better off here!" - said Sergei, when we left. I took Andrei's ill-fated mobile phone out of my pocket and silently, buried it in the snow under the tree ...
What happened next? Seven happy days of the new year, when we could not talk to each other, hurrying to tell us about ourselves the main thing. And then I moved from my sister to Sergei, because I could not imagine how I lived before without him ...