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😉 Greetings to my dear readers! Friends, “You will be my Angel” is a story about love and an interesting acquaintance with a guy on the beach, destined by fate. Hope you find it interesting.
The story of a casual acquaintance
The sea was perfect – clean, calm, warm and completely free of jellyfish. I swam far behind the buoys, lay on my back for a long time, and then turned to the shore. When I got out of the water, I saw that a stranger was sitting right next to my bedding. In any case, I have never seen him in the dining room or on the territory of our holiday home.
I really don’t like it when strangers violate my personal space, so I almost blurted out angrily: “Isn’t there really enough space ?!”, but I bit my tongue in time – in those forty minutes that splashed in the sea, a small closed beach near the sanatorium was almost completely clogged the bodies of vacationers greedy for the June sun.
“Good morning,” the stranger said with a smile and handed me my towel.
– Kind … Thank you … – I tried to immediately put all the dots on the “i” in tone and pronounced these two words politely enough not to be considered boorish, but also extremely cold – let him not think that I ran into a lover of resort adventures
But it seems that the man did not care about my intonation nuances:
– Do you like good poetry? He asked, as if nothing had happened.
And then I saw in the hands of a man MY book. And this, in general, into any gate!
Sinking down on the mat, silently, she took the tattered volume from him, opened it at random and pretended to read it. Any normal person would immediately understand that I categorically do not want to continue communication. But this one was either abnormal or incredibly stubborn, which is, by and large, the same thing …
Non-male poems
– I also like Akhmatov, – he said, and then stunned him with a request: – And read aloud your favorite poem …
– I came here to sunbathe and swim, and not engage in artistic recitation! – said, not hiding indignation and anger.
– You do not want? Then, I myself … – smiled “crazy” and read:
“I know you are my reward
Over the years of pain and labor
For the fact that I will delight earthly
Never gave in
For not speaking
To the beloved: “You are loved.”
For the fact that I forgave everyone everything,
You will be my Angel. “
In fairness, I must say that he read very well, and with the poem he hit the bull’s-eye – and it really was one of my favorites. But I still wanted to kick the stranger off, so I grunted angrily:
– These are non-man’s poems!
“Naturally,” he laughed. – since the poetess is a woman, then her poems are female. And you probably think that we, men, do not need to comprehend the depths of the mysterious female soul?
– Is it really necessary? – I asked sarcastically – the neighbor still forced me to enter into a dialogue.
“And this impudent man is well educated … – a thought flashed through. – And why did I decide that he was gluing to me? For such purposes, I would probably find someone younger. After all, just because I’m a cat who’s used to walking on its own doesn’t mean that all people are like that.
Maybe this lover of Akhmatova is one of those who cannot live without communication, so he probes the vacationers in search of an interesting interlocutor ”…
We talked about the psychological differences between men and women, then returned to poetry, then talked about music, cinema … And only when it was time to go to dinner, recollecting ourselves, we met.
– And how do you feed here? – Pavel asked (that was the name of a new acquaintance).
– No frills, not entirely edible. Are you here for a long time?
– Only on the weekend I broke free. My half-sister works as a nurse in a sanatorium, so she hired an illegal immigrant for two days. So tomorrow evening I’m leaving home for Taganrog.
– Wow … I’m from Taganrog too! What a coincidence! – she exclaimed in surprise, and mentally added: “If he now says that this is a sign of fate, I will not let this rogue go on a cannon shot!”
“Life is generally full of coincidences,” Pavel remarked philosophically.
Alarm bell
After lunch we met again on the beach. And most of Sunday, too, we had fun talking on the shore. It was about eight in the evening. I was just about to lie in my room with a book when suddenly my mother’s neighbor called:
– Kirochka, Antonina Fyodorovna felt bad, I called an ambulance. The doctor said it looks like a heart attack!
– Which hospital did they take her to ?!
– Fifth. When can you come?
– I’ll call a taxi right now and go to the station. I’ll try to catch some passing train …
As soon as I pressed the end call button on the phone, there was a knock on the door.
– Yes, come in! I shouted.
Pavel appeared on the threshold:
– Here, I went to say goodbye … Kira, why do you have such an agitated face? Something happened?
– Mom got to the hospital. Do you suspect a heart attack in the car?
– Yes.
– Take me with you?
– What’s question? Of course I will! How much do you need for fees?
– Five minutes.
Ambulance for your aquarium
The train goes to Taganrog for about seven hours. Pavel finished at four. More precisely, almost drove off. Because when the city was no more than five kilometers away, some goat in a jeep drove into the oncoming lane, blinding us with the headlights of the main beam.
– Carefully!!! – I yelled and instinctively grabbed the steering wheel, turning it to failure.
Pavel’s Toyota swerved sharply to the right. A collision with a jeep was miraculously avoided, but a tree growing on the side of the road was not. The windshield shattered into smithereens, but apart from small cuts on my hands, I practically did not suffer. But Pavel hit the steering wheel hard and lost consciousness.
With shaking hands, I took out my mobile, called an emergency gang and an ambulance. They arrived at the same time. “Toyota” was loaded onto a tow truck, and Pasha and I were loaded into a white and red minibus.
– Take it to the fifth, – I asked the doctor.
– But today the duty …
“I’ll thank you,” interrupted him.
“Okay,” the doctor slapped the driver on the shoulder. – Petya, let’s go to the fifth.
When we arrived at the hospital, Pavel was sent for an X-ray, and I rushed to cardiology.
“Kirochka, I’m sorry I ruined your vacation,” Mom said apologetically. – I did not have a heart attack, but a normal heart attack. The doctor says that they will observe me for a couple of days, and then they will be discharged home. So go back to the sanatorium …
You are my reward
I sat with her for half an hour, and then went in search of Pavel. Found in one of the wards of the trauma department.
– It’s okay with me, I broke three ribs … – he smiled. – Like Mom? – She is fine.
Pasha, wincing in pain, took my hand, raised it to his lips, kissed …
“I knew that you are my reward, you will be my Angel,” he recited. – Don’t say that these are female poems! In my version – some other men …
– Plagiarism of pure water, – I laughed, but did not take my hand away.
“Toyota” miraculously managed to avoid a head-on collision with a jeep rushing in the oncoming lane. Now, a year after the date I met Pasha, I believed that our meeting was not just an accident, but a sign of fate …
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