On the Wings of Hope : Prose

A man with cheerful and kind look - the sight of young man, completely hiding from random passer-by his already elderly age, has smiled sadly and put an envelope aside. Then, seventeen years ago he has received this letter of his beloved.

A farewell letter. A letter full of light grief and long forgotten memoirs. But - returned once again at reading of the message. He was reading through it, and tears were slowly sliding on his coarse cheeks. He was crying.

These eyes, crying so seldom, were now crying nevertheless. He was remembering: his former life, their love - and thus he was crying.

He hasn’t ceased to love her. Hasn’t ceased. And that is why he was crying.

After all, he sincerely believed that they won’t ever part ways. Ever. He was mistaken, cruelly mistaken …

Cruelly? But can he say that he’s unhappy for now? He has a wife - a wonderful and lovely woman, whom he loves as well and of whom he cares - as strongly as he once did in relation to that woman. He has remarkable children - a boy and a girl, his hope and joy - two suns, two miracles.

He is happy.

Simply … simply old memoirs still chafe his mind, tormenting his soul. He can’t forget … forget the day when he has received this letter. Tears were filling his eyes that day - same as now.

And she did cry as well … were crying while writing this letter to him. They remained as they are - her tears - on sheets of this paper, which he was holding so gently and quaveringly in his hands. What was she crying about these days? Of their parting? Of their intimate dreams of long joint life which had no chance to come true? Of their common love?

He didn’t know - she gave no response. Was only crying - and has sent him this letter.

The letter …

Here it is before him. Semi-erased lines and words. But it didn’t disturb him - he remembered it by heart - each and every word written.

Indeed, she has found another - the one whom she too loves very much and can’t live without - so she has written. She has fallen in love with another.

And does she continue loving him as well? Remembers occasionally with gratitude? He knew no answer - once again there was no answer for yet another question. Yet he distinctly knew one thing - he has continued loving her, remembering with gratitude. He was grateful to her - for all those bright minutes of life, which she has given him.

May she be happy with her new beloved, may all is going well for both of them!

Yes, let she be happy! He wished her happiness from the bottom of own heart. He wished good luck for that new man as well, with whom she has been living for now.

For he is a person as well. Much like he is. And thus he deserves happiness.

Let they be happy! Let all loving ones be happy as well! Let they learn to love, demanding nothing in return. Let they learn the giving love. Love like a sun.

Yes, - he has thought, - let it be so.

Let it be!

15.03.2012

Born for life

- Mummy, mum, look, it’s the shop I have told you about! Let’s go there and you buy me that big transformer that I have asked, ok?

- No, sonny, you’ll get a transformer on your birthday – and currently we have no money for such entertainments.

- But mummy, please! I have begged you of that for so long. I want that transformer I’ve told you so much! He’s the leader of good transformers who are battling with Megatron, I want exactly him! Please, mummy, buy! And I will clear all my room, ok? Well, mummy, ok? Will you buy?

- Pavel, no. I have already told you – I cannot buy it for you at present. Only on your birthday. But now I cannot. I cannot. All right, and now let’s go buy some food. We shall make something tasty for a supper, well?

- All right …, - but there is was no way possible to tell by the voice of a kid that he would gladly tradeoff the possibility to possess a toy of his dream for one tasty pie or cake.

Mother – still rather young woman of thirty years and her son – one could give him five-six year judging by his look, - turned away and starting moving into the opposite from a toy shop direction. The child sighted and finally turned away his look. He didn’t manage to beg mummy once again, and this means that he’ll have to wait for several more month to get his favourite toy… However they didn’t manage to travel for long.

- Lena! Lenochka, is that you? – and some woman approached his mother.

His mother turned to face her and a smile appeared on her face.

- Olga! Hello! By what ways have you managed to be here?

- I am on a business trip. Public relations, business meetings. Well, you understand me, - and she smiled. – Well, and how are you living?

- Normally. Not so smartly as you do, certainly, but quite well nevertheless.

They kept silence for a while.

- After all, we haven’t seen each other for ten years … - for some reason his mother said this even somehow sadly.

- Yes, ten years … How fast did they pass for me … just like an instant. And what about you?