On the Wings of Hope : Prose

We are totally opposite, different with her - and we do not fit to each other! Why can’t I help thinking about her, can’t help visiting her each day after my work, cannot forget her?

Why can’t I forget her as a horrific dream?!

* * *

Today we quarreled once more. She said that doesn’t want to behold me any longer - and turned out. Muttered something about some grandma that cheated her, having closed the door, and swore.

And then I slept on a street. She finally accepted me back after a day, having cursed for decency. Strange … am I starting to like her insults?

No, I can’t bear it any longer! It all ends today. Today - or never!

* * *

The headache is becoming stronger with each passing moment and this itching pain starts spreading gradually over the body. Just one thing pleases me - today all legal formalities will be settled - and at the long last we will cease to be a husband and a wife any longer.

But how am I going to live for now without her - my faithful Larissa?!

Have I truly gone mad or does it just seems to me? Probably I am truly ill. Need to take a walk - fresh air will surely help me.

No, I definitely have no desire to live that way!

* * *

A lonely man, going along the street - his eyes are slightly closed and right hand keeps for a head. He’s being swayed here and there - from apart it almost seems that he’s simply yet another drunk individual. But those passers-by, who accidentally looked into these semi-covered eyes, rejected all those improper thoughts of him as another debauchee - for these eyes had practically no pupils - pupils had decreased to abnormal sizes and such a mortal melancholy lapped in them, that involuntary lookers immediately backed off.  

A read traffic light - and cars begin their movement.

However, some unsteady man almost sees them not - as if he’s not able to see a red light, blocking the way … Now he has almost crossed half of the roadway …

“Watch out, red light!” - a shout of pedestrians reaches him - and a man starts turning to face the speaker.

Brakes, pressed against the stop. A squeal of rubber on the ground … A man starts turning towards the approaching car - and his eye pupils starts widening …

A crash.

* * *

- So, what happened to your friend?

- He died in a road accident … the car brought him down. Craniocereberal trauma and brain’s hemorrhage. When he has been transported to a hospital, he was already dead.

- I deeply regret.

- I know. These words are unnecessary.

- Как думаешь, почему он погиб?

- What are your thoughts of the cause of his death?

- I cannot judge for certain. Something strange was going on with him recently - and he became beside himself. Divorced from his wife Tatyana and married Larissa. To tell the truth, I couldn’t understand his choice - they were totally different. From the time of his divorce with Tanya he ceased to contact me anymore, despite our previous warm friendship. I still not fully understand what made him take those rash steps.

- And how are now Tatyana and Larissa fare, do you know?

- Tatyana married another man and moved to a different city - I know nothing of her further destiny. And as for Larissa … Larissa died. She was killed.

A speaker sighted.

- Some maniac trapped her in a lane, when she was coming back home. Raped at first, and then cut with a knife. A body was found in a cellar of one of the next building approximately a week after the events.

- It’s all that terrible.

- Yes, very sad indeed.

- Still that doesn’t explain the motives of his behavior several months prior to his death.

- Yes, it doesn’t. However - and speaking man smiled - I guess I have some clue.

And having that said he took out a small pile of papers from his portfolio.

- Here, take it. This is a diary he has been writing - or at least that part which I have managed to get my hands on, when levy of execution was being performed. I didn’t look it through yet, but if you seem so interested in the question of his motives … here, take it and read, probably you’ll be able to find an answer there.

- Yes, let me take a look at that thing.

And a man opened the pages …

13.07.2011

Notes of the Nameless One

Ahead into the past

Step, step, step.

His feet were carrying him forward - there where he has once spent ten years of his life - ten long years … Here he came out of a next street’s turn and stopped - sighted joyfully and with a relief.

Yes, he has come at the long last - after ten years of separation he returned back to his native school, to people who have given him so much - helped make the first steps, supporting and encouraging him …