SHE won't come.

Appointment

HE stood in an agreed place, nervously compressing a bouquet of spring flowers. HE waited for SHE. Birds around had fervently something in common and the spring rustled with young green leaflets. The tender breeze sang in branches of trees, and on faces by itself smiles blossomed.

HE waited for SHE. HE, as well as it is necessary in such cases, was late. Slightly. Absolutely slightly. But HE came much earlier and consequently was nervous, constantly glancing for hours.

HE waited for SHE. And from this expectation heart that started to beat as mad, failed somewhere down. And then HE forgot to breathe, and songs of spring reached as through cotton wool.

HE waited for SHE. And at last saw on the party of the road opposite from the square. SHE dressed in a spring bright dress, slid, no, flied as a butterfly. SHE hurried up on appointment, knowing that already is late. HIS Uidev, HE it is guilty smiled and bustled even more strongly. She already almost ran. HE reached towards.

The shrill squeal of brakes beating on ears, as a current on the bared nerves, body blow about the car and a smell of burned rubber. Scared birds broke off, and the breeze ceased to sing in krone of trees.

SHE won't come.

ОН стоял в условленном месте, нервно сжимая букетик весенних цветов. ОН ждал ЕЁ. Вокруг задорно перекликались птицы и шумела молодыми зелеными листочками весна. Ласковый ветерок проказливо пел в ветвях деревьев, а на лицах сами собой расцветали улыбки.

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