A violinist died in a god
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– No way, Alexander Pavlovich. Did you cry.
I didn't utter a single word. I didn't have the power to.
She put her occupied hands behind my back and got in my chest with her head.
– Listen and enjoy, but please, don't cry. I will play for you, but don't be sad. Everything's yet to come.
– Sasha, go and discuss the concert with your classmates, – I exhaled without any feelings. – I will go and get some fresh air.
– Okay. See you on the lesson. Until next time! – She played a tango ending jokingly. I smiled.
While taking my coat from the dressing room, I noticed a familiar yellow head from the window. From the head came smoke, strong and frequent. The listener stood in the street light shadow.
I ignored the lovely couple and went out of the school building. I decided to sit on the bench and smoke.
– Here you are! Why are you sitting in the cold? You could smoke next to the window, – Sasha rowed through snow with her boots.
– Oh, I didn't even notice, Sasha.
– Well, okay.
We watched the fading skies silently for a couple of minutes. I felt my nose getting red. First stars began waking up. We both had smoke coming out of our mouths – my smoke was from the tobacco, Sasha's from the cold.
– Alexander Pavlovich… – I turned my head with a dead cigarette goby in my teeth. – If you had a possibility to wish for anything, what would you ask for?
– You know, this has been torturing me since a very long time. I would wish for time to come back.
– Are you worried it's wasted? – Sasha's eyebrows got close to each other.
– Well… I am.
– Who told you it's true? You're blooming. You aren't yet late to start anything. You're alive, you hsine with energy. Turn your back on Iosif and don't compare yourself to him. Don't compare yourself to me – what I do wasn't my desire. You started it because you yourself wanted it. Isn't this wealth?
– You're right, Sasha. I never looked at my life by this angle.
– You have time. – She looked at the dark above us. – Time will give you what you lost. It won't give it to me.
– Sasha, what do you mean?
– Time won't give me back my mom.
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