loudly, telling funny stories to each other in anticipation of settlement to the wards. From the news it was known that a nuclear power plant near the capital of Cuba, Havana, there was a major accident that the elimination of abandoned military accident. That arrived in the center, part of the military exposed us to recover. In their healthy and temperamental gestures, laughter was loud conversations discreetly captured on lethal doses of radiation. It has not yet felt the symptoms of radiation sickness, and these people could be saved.
Friends marched past the noisy company, did not pay them any attention. Long echoing corridors and headed for her room number 12, which was located on the first floor of the three story building. Peter followed to be seen table Nurse. The girl saw friends, smiled graciously, and turned to the stand with the keys. Not finding them there wanted to say something, but Peter was ahead of her: – Hello!
– Hello! – Downcast eyes, she said. Peter saw the embarrassment of the girls, went on the attack:
– You are new? – Asked Smoot, a nurse.
– And what is your name? – She became crimson, did not answer.
– What are attached to the duty not you see that girl on the hot seat! – Saved the embarrassment of duty Leonid.
– I Nastya, actually called! – Emboldened, said duty.
– Very nice, Anastasia. And I Pet.
– And to you, Peter, actually the wife arrived, I gave her the keys to your house. – Looking closely at Sobinov replied strictly on duty.
– Thank you, Anastasia! – Thanked Peter, after having started Leonid. He was approaching the chamber door number 12.
– Wife came to me – Peter hastened to announce the news.
– A great excuse me go to the library. I just get changed. – Said Leonid, coming after the other inside the room.
– Paying no attention to what the couple kissing, Leonid threw his towel on the bed and began to dig in a wardrobe, which stood at the door in front of the bathroom. Took out the necessary clothing, went into the bathroom to change. Coming out dressed in white cotton trousers and a light green tank top, headed for the exit:
– I am in the dining room, then to the library. I’ll be late. – Said without turning to a spouse.
– Tell me, Anya came to me! – Quit after a happy husband.
All right, give! – Krazimov the door shut.
– I’ve brought you oranges, pears. – Breaking away from the grip of her husband, she hastened to say. Sobinov looked around the room. At the dinner table with a wide window stood a fruit bowl full of oranges and pears. A huge bouquet of pink and white peony standing in a flower vase, filling the chamber intoxicating aroma, dipping Sobinov the homely atmosphere where there is no official worries and just peace and the love of a loved one surrounded by a halo of nature all his happiness.
Chapter 4
Leonid came out in the lobby, taking a dip in the usual, after the noisy Latin American companies, the silence. In the alley that led to the dining room, he encountered a group of Bengalis, was pacing in his underwear, which was granted to them in the infirmary center. Customs of the people have been embodied in his underwear with dangling drawstrings and white linen shirts at issue, relying to a set of underwear. Obviously, they arrived more recently on the rehabilitation and management of the center in the person of the head physician did not have time to report on hospital orders. Foreigners were talking animatedly about something, slowly heading into the dining room. Leonid curiously watched the group of Bengalis. At the entrance they were met by the head physician himself and brought to a nearby alcove, which were scattered in secluded areas of the park. Leonid same proceeded inside. With Bengalis he faced, leaving the dining room. They were already dressed in European fashion in colorful sleeveless prudently tucked into wrinkled cotton trousers tightened with leather straps.
Library building was located a few meters from the dining room and the reading room, where he came in, was a fragrant scent of oriental spices wafting from there.
Lyudmila Petrovna, the librarian of the center, who worked for decades as a librarian, greeted him with a charming smile, hiding, as it seemed to her age.
– Can I help you, young man? – Playfully sparkling gray eyes, she met a visitor.
– Hello, Lyudmila Petrovna! – Leonid politely said hello.
– You can just, Luda! – Clarified librarian. A smile slowly left her face and to keep the last glimpses of kindness, smile fading. Leonid had, squeezing out words like hardened toothpaste from a tube:
Lyudmila- Pet… Luda, I would library network search find something.
On the re- shining face Lyudmila Petrovna friendly display the lines around his gray eyes shining with youth: Of course, of course, young man! And if I may ask?
– Do not wait for an answer, she added: – Probably poems about passionate love, a lonely young man in a lonely suffering for it, girl?
– With her eyes rolled back in the romantic impulse to an imaginary novel about two lovers hearts.
– Yes! – He would say “Oh no!” – But in time he changed his mind, adding:
– You Lyudmila probably wrote poems in … – faltered again got better – in school.
– Yes you are, young man, I am writing them now! Listen to this:
“.. A quiet, suave, walking,
The night is filled with thee;
The street is gone!
Morning, Dark dawn,
Radiantly play of,
The trail led!
The day came on the clear light,
And the beam, dressed in amber,
Glowed with fire!
There just are not you with me!
I have not warmed thee!
Paint fade in the afternoon!..”
Lyudmila Petrovna sighed with her eyes moist. Have not seen it met the love working here in a rehabilitation center for many years librarian.
In order to comfort the poor woman, and Leonid said he also wrote poetry. The eyes have regained former librarian playfulness:
– Be sure to read! Do not be shy. I listen to you carefully! – It is a marginal, and somehow not natural for her age, curiously, stared her large gray eyes, Leonid, leaning his elbows on the counter, and his chin in the palms of both hands, prepared to listen. Leonid, embarrassed and blushing, began to recall the school poetry, once upon a time, dedicating their classmate, had a crush:
“I am, evening, I remember,
