Lenka woke up with the sun shining right in her face. The feeling is not pleasant. This surprised her a little: Lena loved the bright sun and clear days. And here it really hurts the eyes. She stretched out on the bed, wondering if it was time to get up or if she could still lie down.
Kitty Kitty Kitty! - she called Pushka, who was sitting on a chair nearby and looking at her strangely.
Lenka tried to touch him with her hand, but the cat arched his back, hissed angrily and hid under the nightstand in the hallway. “Hmm... seems the baby is angry? Oh, exactly! I forgot to buy him food! Nothing! He won’t die until the evening!”
And suddenly she remembered everything: yesterday’s scandal with older sister Anna, sorting out the relationship with her beloved. Night gatherings with someone unknown in a bar, an argument with a taxi driver who did not want to drive in the rain on the road past the quarry... From the alcohol she drank in the evening, obviously too much, there was a strange feeling that the body did not belong to her, and her mood was not the best . “One way or another, I’ll have to go to Anka’s, pick up my son, whom I left with her for the weekend, and I should call my beloved as soon as possible...”
Lenka understood that everyone with whom she argued yesterday was right, alas... She lied to her sister for four years, telling fables that her son’s father was a completely different person. And now the truth has come out... And Anka exploded:
How could you contact him? Not only is he married, he is also my husband best friend! It's outrageous! I am ashamed of you!
Anka, don’t be too heavy, you are very correct... Everyone fights for their own happiness...
Have you thought about her? You fight for your own happiness at the expense of someone else's life!
Why should I care about someone else's problems? I have enough of my own troubles!
Someone else's? Have you forgotten that when my parents passed away and I ended up in the hospital, it was Lisa who took you to her place? That she treated you like her beloved little (note: love-my!) sister? And then you climbed into bed with her husband? Do you understand that she won’t survive if she finds out the truth about your relationship?
Lenka understood. Lisa is very, very good. But... it happened... Fate. It’s not her and Mitya’s fault that they fell in love with each other.
You know that Lisa is sick... How long does she have left in this world? Do you want to shorten the life of a person who treated you so well?
I love him. And I will fight for him to the end!
You can’t build your happiness on someone else’s grief! No matter how hackneyed this phrase may be, but...
Lenka jumped out of the apartment, slamming the door: “I’m fed up! I'm sick of everything! It's time to talk to him again. Something needs to be decided! Why should I think about her and not about my son Artem, who needs a father? Although... I know perfectly well what Mitya will answer...” Naturally, the conversation with my beloved did not yield anything:
Lena, I told you a hundred times: to divorce Lisa means to kill her: a sick heart can’t stand it!
I hate both you and her! - Lenka screamed into the phone, disconnected and cried: - I want to die!
Lenka remembered that then there was a bar, it seems, more than one...
She went into the kitchen and made a sandwich and coffee as usual. The food and drink seemed tasteless. I dialed my sister’s phone and began:
Hello? Anh, let's not raise this topic anymore, okay? It hurts me myself, but understand, it’s not our fault that we fell in love... That’s how fate decreed it! Hissing in the receiver, then Anna’s voice from somewhere far away:
Call back, we can't hear you!
“Doesn’t want to talk to me? Well, okay!"
Then I made up my mind and called Mitya:
Mitka, listen... There is silence on the phone.
Well, Mitya...
Not a word in response!
“Angry? Well, let!" I got dressed and left the apartment. I ran into my neighbor on the stairs:
Good morning, Maria Petrovna! But the always talkative and friendly old lady did not even look at her and went up the stairs. Baba Katya, who was sitting on a bench at the entrance, and the janitor Semenych reacted to Lenka in exactly the same way: they looked at Lenka as if she were an empty place. “It’s strange... Was I rowdy yesterday? Okay, it will grind, there will be flour!
There was no one at the stop. Lenka approached the taxi, which seemed to be waiting for her. The car started moving, but the driver didn’t even ask where to go. She named the street and house number, but he chuckled strangely in response. The old man's face seemed familiar to her.
Here they are at the sister's house.
Can you wait for me for a few minutes?
There's no point in going anywhere... they won't see or hear you anymore.
I don’t understand... Why? He sighed heavily.
You do not remember anything?
N-no...
He sighed again:
I don't want to disappoint you, but you and I died yesterday...
What?! - Lenka yelled.
On a slippery road we fell into a construction quarry...
She began to remember something.
Do you remember what you screamed when you got into my car drunk? No? You screamed that you wanted to die... Literally in a minute I thought about the same thing...
What about you?
I have cancer, severe pain, I don’t want to be a burden for my daughter... We ourselves called the old woman with a scythe, alas... And she heard us.
Lenka couldn’t believe what she heard.
Are we no more? - She thought for a while. - So that’s why no one sees me...
What do you mean he doesn't see? - the taxi driver asked.
Well, from the neighbors... And my cat hissed when I called him...
What did you want? - the man chuckled. - People in this world do not see the dead, but animals feel very keenly.
They were silent for a while. Everyone thought about their own things. Tears streamed down Lenka's face.
Do you want me to show you something? - the taxi driver suggested and, without waiting for an answer, wiped the foggy windshield of the car. Suddenly, as if out of a fog, a picture appeared: a courtyard illuminated by the sun. Her dad and mom are sitting in the gazebo, drinking tea, and next to her in a rocking chair is her grandmother, as usual, knitting something.
Should I go to them? After all, they also died... Oh, and who are these two girls waving their hands at us?
Your children...
I have a son...
These are your unborn daughters. Do you remember how you terminated your pregnancy five years ago? You had twins. And you killed them then...
Lenka rushed forward:
I will ask them for forgiveness...
Do not rush. They have forgiven you. But you can't go to them now.
Why? Are we dead?
We have not yet entered the world of the dead. We are between worlds... You and I have not been found yet. Everyone knows that we died, an oncoming car saw us, but the quarry is very deep, more than sixty meters, it’s winter, the divers do not agree to go to the bottom... It’s very dangerous...
What about Artem? My sister Anka? Mitya? - she cried.
They will dream about you.
Sleep is the boundary between two worlds, a personal space where the world of the dead meets the world of the living...
But what then? Well, when will we be buried?
The man said dully:
- “Souls fly away, fly away...
And everyone in the world knows about their loved ones. And when trouble knocks on their house, they fly to the windows like a white bird...”
Beautiful poems... did you write?
No, it's from the Internet! Lenka looked at him somehow incredulously.
Do you think I've been a taxi driver all my life? Previously, daughter, I was a teacher at school. After the death of his wife, he started drinking and... this is the result: an incurable disease and... but I digress. When you get to the world of the dead, you will still remain close to your loved ones. You will touch your face with a ray of sun, you will fall like a snowflake, a drop of rain... You will knock on the window with the wind, you will fly like a white bird onto the windowsill...
How do you know this?
I already had clinical death. Then they saved me... -I love my loved ones very much and want them to be happy...
I woke up with a heavy heart, my soul was unbearably painful: Lenka was no more. I will never hear her laugh, I will never see the cute dimples on her cheeks. I wanted to howl in despair. And suddenly a phrase appeared in my brain: “A dream is a boundary between two worlds, a personal space where the world of the dead meets the world of the living...”
And it dawned on me. I saw her dream, a mortal dream, in which she tried to understand what had happened! "Nonsense! It doesn’t happen like that!” Suddenly the faces of those little girls, unborn twins, appeared before my eyes. I felt bitter about Lenka’s abortion. I am that same Mitya...
The room smelled of cigarette smoke. I crawled into the kitchen. Liza, my wife, stood near the window, chilly wrapped in a scarf.
Have you started smoking again? You can't!
“I don’t care anymore,” she said indifferently and added: “I feel sorry for her... A bitch, of course, but not a bad woman.” She was also unlucky in life. Who will your son stay with now?
At first I was speechless, and then I squeezed out:
Did you know everything? About your son?
Yes... I knew...
Why was she silent?
What to say? You know, my heart can’t stand it for long. The days are already numbered. I can’t give birth, and I can’t make love either - even strong positive emotions are prohibited. What can I give you? What will I leave behind? Nothing. Emptiness.
I went to the buffet, poured myself half a glass of cognac and drank it in one gulp. I didn’t know what to talk about with my wife now, how to justify myself, and is it even worth it? And then he almost fell when Lisa said:
A dream is a boundary between two worlds, a personal space where the world of the dead meets the world of the living... I dreamed about Lenka today... She asked for forgiveness and begged to take care of her son... You must take him! After all, according to her, it is officially registered in your name? I was silent.
Can you hear me? - the wife asked nervously.
What are we going to do with it? I've been at work all day... And you... feel bad...
We'll manage. I promised Lenka. I must!
Lisa, it was a dream, well, or an obsession inspired by stress. You don't owe anyone anything!
You must! - the wife shouted and grabbed her heart.
You feel bad? - I was worried.
Yes, I feel bad that the person I love actually turns out to be heartless and cold! Don't you understand? The boy has no one now! He's all alone!
He has Anna...
No aunt can replace your own father! I consider the conversation over. Start doing paperwork.
But everything turned out to be not so simple. After all, at that time taxis had not yet been picked up. Yes, some
the guy noticed how Lenka got into this particular car, other people saw: the car flew into a quarry, but no one will issue a death certificate until the bodies are identified. Officially, it’s as if they weren’t dead. I called Anna:
Give me my son!
No! If it weren't for you, maybe my sister would be alive.
And then Lisa came to the rescue:
I'll talk to her... She'll understand. I don’t know the details of their conversation, but a couple of days later the doorbell rang. Anna and Artemka are on the threshold.
“Dad,” the son screamed joyfully. - How I missed you. Do you know that mommy left?
Where? “I don’t know why,” I asked, confused.
On a business trip. For a long time. And Aunt Anya said that now I will live with you. Is it true?
Certainly...
And who are you? - the baby turned to Lisa.
I? I'm your dad's wife. My name is Lisa.
Do you have children?
No,” it was clear that it was difficult for her to answer.
It's a pity. Maybe they will show up later? So the son settled with us.
That same day I dreamed about Lenka: “Thank you... I will be with you. And I will help...” And I remembered again: “A dream is the boundary between two worlds, a personal space where the world of the dead meets the world of the living...”
Artem very quickly became attached to Lisa, and she to him. And then I heard their conversation, which made me feel uneasy:
Aunt Lisa, will mom arrive soon? I miss her so much!
No, Temochka, not soon... But, believe me, she is always next to you! She thinks about you constantly...
But I don’t see her?
It touches your face with a ray of sun, falls like a snowflake, a drop of rain... It knocks with the wind, flies like a bird onto your window... - before she had time to say this, her son screamed:
Aunt Lisa, look, there's mom! - and pointed to the white dove sitting on the windowsill. - Did she come to say “Good morning” to me? - Yes baby...
And I, a grown man who, as they say, have lived through Crimea and Rome, stood outside the door and could barely hold back my tears. ...The bodies of Lenka and the taxi driver were raised in the spring. They buried their beloved in a closed coffin. Not to say goodbye, not to see for the last time, not to touch... I never dreamed of her again. But a day after the funeral, Lisa unexpectedly said:
A dream is a boundary between two worlds, a personal space where the world of the dead meets the world of the living... Larisa came to me. She said it was the last time. And there was also a strange phrase: “I give you my heart...” Probably she was just saying thank you.
We understood what this phrase meant a few weeks later, when Lisa was admitted for a routine examination.
- It can not be! — The doctor threw up his hands in surprise. - It seems that your wife has a completely healthy heart. Without any signs of illness. Tell me, where were you treated? Abroad?
She gave her her heart... - I muttered in shock.
What? Who gave it? - the cardiologist did not understand my phrase.
I didn't answer. Because it’s very difficult for me to believe this myself. Did a deceased woman give her unspent health to her living rival? This is from the realm of science fiction novels!
Two years have passed since Lenka's death. Artem calls Lisa mom. My wife became a completely different person. She used to be timid, sickly and quiet. She walked silently, like a shadow. And now her laughter can be heard more and more often in the house... She has grown stronger, is making plans for the future and is no longer thinking about death. And I know who to mentally thank for this: my beloved Lenka, who gave her heart when she was lost between two worlds and was waiting for liberation...
And recently we found out that Lisa and I will have a child... a girl... And again the words brought by angels on white wings from another world ring in our heads: “A dream is the boundary between two worlds, a personal space where the world meets.” the dead with the world of the living... I will help in any way I can"
I don’t want to sound crazy, but I often feel Lenka as if she’s somewhere nearby. And then I remember the words of the elderly taxi driver from Lenka’s posthumous dream: “You will always be next to them. You will touch your face with a ray of sun, you will fall like a snowflake, a drop of rain... You will knock on the window with the wind, you will fly like a white bird onto the windowsill...
I love them too much and want them to be happy... And it hurts me so much that I won’t be able to talk to my son, touch him...
Everything depends only on you!"
And then I think: “Thank you, Lenka. Thank you for your son, for giving your heart to Lisa, for the fact that my wife has become completely different... Thank you for the daughter who will be born soon... Thank you for your boundless love for all of us... I love you too . And I know that sooner or later we will meet.” Souls fly away, fly away... They cover their loved ones with their wings, They hug their loved ones with the warm wind. Souls fly away, fly away...
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“Sunny, I need to talk to you,” she said.
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- We... We need to separate...
- But why?! What's happened?
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- Wait, I understand everything. It’s just... I just don’t know how to express my feelings,” he said.
“Sorry, but I’ve heard this more than once,” she answered and hurried away.
She left, and he kept looking after her...
She kept walking... And tears flowed down her cheeks, she realized that she could not live without him. If it doesn’t exist, then there’s no point in living. She came home, went to bed... In the morning she firmly decided to leave. She did not go to school, but went to the nearest high-rise building. She climbed onto the roof and decided to take a step forward, but could not decide... For an hour she tried to do this, and then she did it... She stepped into the void... And then it was all over... The pain no longer bothered her... Her worries left her... And There was only one thing she regretted most of all, she was never able to say goodbye to everyone, she couldn’t tell her beloved how much she loved him...
-...
-Why are you silent?
-...
- Maybe that's enough?
-...
-I came to talk, not to conduct a monologue.
-...
-All. I understood. You don't love me anymore...Answer! This is true?
-Yes.
-Goodbye.
-Where are you going.
- Farther from you and from this whole life.-Home or what?
-Soon you will find out. I'll go where no one...
She moved away from him at a fast speed and the words became illegible... If he knew where she was going to go...
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-Um... Hello... - the mother was extremely surprised by her daughter’s behavior, she hadn’t communicated with her like that since she was eight years old...
-Mom, please prepare some pancakes! A lot of! So many! I haven’t eaten your pancakes for such a long time... - with these words, the daughter ran into her room.
-Okay... If you want... - Mom was a little confused. Couldn’t she really guess why her daughter needed pancakes?! She hates them... But the mother’s heart was warmed by such a request and she did not attach much importance to it... But in vain...
Running into her room, she fell on the bed... Tears flowed down her cheeks... He doesn’t love her. She guessed, but... Hope glimmered in her soul until the last, which he finally destroyed today. Love. Lived in her heart for fifteen years. Is this a lot? Maybe not, but she was able to love him. She is already an adult at heart. She's not like other girls who change boyfriends like gloves, it's their way of life. And she lived only for him. When she was next to him, something happened. The whole world disappeared somewhere. And only he... Now for the last time she experienced this feeling. She knew she was going to die. That he will not die like everyone else. But because of love. She will kill herself. Today. In two hours. Exactly at 00:00 o'clock. After all, it was at this time that he and she met. It was at this time that the whole world turned upside down... But then it turned over from love, and now... In two hours it will turn over, but from death... Her nostrils were tickled by the smell of pancakes... Mom...
- Sorry... - the girl whispered. - I love you, but I love him more... I'm sorry...
Pain. Severe pain burned through the girl’s heart. Soul... She was scarred. After all, life threw her from side to side. Not wanting to give a piece of happiness. But why? Fate. She's cruel. The girl knew this. She knew she would become an angel. And she will always see him. Its bottomless green eyes...Ah...His eyes. 22:30. An hour and a half... This air, there is something wrong in it. He feels death approaching. He's cold. The pillow was wet from her tears. Useless tears, but they were the only ones that helped her endure. How often she cried. How many nights she didn’t sleep, only she knows about it... Now only she... No one will know. A sheet of paper, a touching letter:
-Sorry! Cute! I loved you, but you... You didn't understand me. I am no longer destined to live in this world. Because I feel like this will be life without you. I will be free from torment. I'm probably weak, but you can't understand what kind of pain this is...
She folded this latest manuscript of hers into a neat square and put it in her jacket pocket. Leave the room.
-Anechka, where are you going? What about the pancakes? - Mom came up with a kind smile on her face... This made Anya feel even more painful, she wanted to cry
-Mom, I have to go, excuse me, I’ll definitely eat this yummy... - She kissed mommy’s neck goodbye and quickly slipped out the door...
“Just go home no later than twelve!” Mom shouted after him.
Anya took a deep breath and walked away.
When she went outside, it began to rain heavily... This is her friend. He always supported her and now did not want her to leave this life.
“It’s okay,” she said into the void, “I won’t disappear anywhere, I’ll be there, in the sky, with you.”
But the rain did not understand her and continued to pour and hit her cheeks even harder. She ran there... To where he and she met... It was a beautiful cliff from which you can see the whole city, and under the cliff there was emptiness and somewhere below the river was roaring. It was here that Anya decided to die. 23:50. Ten minutes. The rain is over. And the air was humid. She sat and listened to the silence, which was occasionally broken by the sound of the river... 23:55. Suddenly steps were heard somewhere in the distance. Someone was coming here. But he was still far away. She knew it. 23:58. The footsteps were getting closer. 23:59. Last minute. She stood on the edge of the cliff. The countdown began in seconds. And suddenly he came out into the clearing. Out of surprise, she stumbled and... Almost flew down. He managed to grab her hand. Her eyes were filled with tears and looked at him with such sadness
“Anya, I’m holding you, I love you, I’m a fool.” Her hand slowly slipped out.
-Now I'll get you out...
“No...” Anya shook her head and let go of his hand... She flew for only three seconds and kept looking into his eyes. Those three seconds felt like an eternity. The world was torn apart by love and death. His eyes were full of horror, and her gentle voice dissolved in the darkness of the abyss:
-I love you...
“I love you too...” he whispered...
00:30. He sat on the cliff and didn’t think about anything. Then he took out his mobile phone. He called someone and... No one saw him again...
The police and ambulance arrived quickly.
Later, another car arrived at the cliff and the mother of the dead girl ran out.
-No! No!.. No... - she screamed and fell to her knees in front of the lifeless and bloody body of her daughter...
She was buried on this cliff.
And the legend says that if you get there at 23:59, you can see two young people. A girl and a boy
sitting on the edge of a cliff, and at exactly 00:00 they will get up and fall into the abyss... She went to where no one had ever returned from, and he disappeared.
He died.
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