that was message from my friend with which I had to meet in subway in order to go together to our favorite restaurant of Japanese cuisine. No Internet, no book, I started to think how to entertain myself for the next 15 minutes. Seemed like the only option I had was to observe people and try to guess the story of their life, intimate secrets and skeletons in closet, is not it diverting? Hundreds of beautiful faces walked past me, but no one interested me for more than just a couple of seconds, the experiment of observing started to become boring. I already wanted to go away to the restaurant without waiting for my friend, when I accidentally drew attention to woman standing right in front of me, she looked familiar. In several seconds I understood, that she just looked similar to my godmother. Though I was already aware, that she is just a stranger for me, I was gripped by desperation that I could see in her dark brown eyes. In a moment I noticed that she started silently crying. She was around 30 years old, and she looked amazing for that age. Tall and slim, she had shiny long hair and was dressed with good taste, she seemed to me so beautiful, that type of woman, which inspires me, but what was behind that attractive mask? Looking on her, I had no doubt that she had a well-paid work, maybe she had her own business? Or maybe at least she had a lucky marriage? No, she had no ring on her hand. Anyway, my main question was why she looks so lost and scared, like child in unfamiliar place. Maybe somebody broke her heart? No way! How can anyone leave such woman? Rather vice versa, she was a heartbreaker, and now feels guilty for that and maybe even does not know how to apologize. Or maybe something happened to one of her loved ones? That was a probable variant, she seemed to be a strong woman, that would not cry over small stuff. Suddenly she wiped off the tears and started smiling looking in the crowd. I started to smile as well, but then somebody closed my eyes. That was a surprise from my friend, who had already arrived. I started to hug with her and a little bit forgot about my interesting stranger. The last thing I saw was she holding a bouquet of peonies and a man in front of her, tenderly holding her hand.
4 Oct 2018
The Message by Anna Koval
“I`ll be 15 minutes later, sorry” –
that was message from my friend with which I had to meet in subway in order to go together to our favorite restaurant of Japanese cuisine. No Internet, no book, I started to think how to entertain myself for the next 15 minutes. Seemed like the only option I had was to observe people and try to guess the story of their life, intimate secrets and skeletons in closet, is not it diverting? Hundreds of beautiful faces walked past me, but no one interested me for more than just a couple of seconds, the experiment of observing started to become boring. I already wanted to go away to the restaurant without waiting for my friend, when I accidentally drew attention to woman standing right in front of me, she looked familiar. In several seconds I understood, that she just looked similar to my godmother. Though I was already aware, that she is just a stranger for me, I was gripped by desperation that I could see in her dark brown eyes. In a moment I noticed that she started silently crying. She was around 30 years old, and she looked amazing for that age. Tall and slim, she had shiny long hair and was dressed with good taste, she seemed to me so beautiful, that type of woman, which inspires me, but what was behind that attractive mask? Looking on her, I had no doubt that she had a well-paid work, maybe she had her own business? Or maybe at least she had a lucky marriage? No, she had no ring on her hand. Anyway, my main question was why she looks so lost and scared, like child in unfamiliar place. Maybe somebody broke her heart? No way! How can anyone leave such woman? Rather vice versa, she was a heartbreaker, and now feels guilty for that and maybe even does not know how to apologize. Or maybe something happened to one of her loved ones? That was a probable variant, she seemed to be a strong woman, that would not cry over small stuff. Suddenly she wiped off the tears and started smiling looking in the crowd. I started to smile as well, but then somebody closed my eyes. That was a surprise from my friend, who had already arrived. I started to hug with her and a little bit forgot about my interesting stranger. The last thing I saw was she holding a bouquet of peonies and a man in front of her, tenderly holding her hand.
that was message from my friend with which I had to meet in subway in order to go together to our favorite restaurant of Japanese cuisine. No Internet, no book, I started to think how to entertain myself for the next 15 minutes. Seemed like the only option I had was to observe people and try to guess the story of their life, intimate secrets and skeletons in closet, is not it diverting? Hundreds of beautiful faces walked past me, but no one interested me for more than just a couple of seconds, the experiment of observing started to become boring. I already wanted to go away to the restaurant without waiting for my friend, when I accidentally drew attention to woman standing right in front of me, she looked familiar. In several seconds I understood, that she just looked similar to my godmother. Though I was already aware, that she is just a stranger for me, I was gripped by desperation that I could see in her dark brown eyes. In a moment I noticed that she started silently crying. She was around 30 years old, and she looked amazing for that age. Tall and slim, she had shiny long hair and was dressed with good taste, she seemed to me so beautiful, that type of woman, which inspires me, but what was behind that attractive mask? Looking on her, I had no doubt that she had a well-paid work, maybe she had her own business? Or maybe at least she had a lucky marriage? No, she had no ring on her hand. Anyway, my main question was why she looks so lost and scared, like child in unfamiliar place. Maybe somebody broke her heart? No way! How can anyone leave such woman? Rather vice versa, she was a heartbreaker, and now feels guilty for that and maybe even does not know how to apologize. Or maybe something happened to one of her loved ones? That was a probable variant, she seemed to be a strong woman, that would not cry over small stuff. Suddenly she wiped off the tears and started smiling looking in the crowd. I started to smile as well, but then somebody closed my eyes. That was a surprise from my friend, who had already arrived. I started to hug with her and a little bit forgot about my interesting stranger. The last thing I saw was she holding a bouquet of peonies and a man in front of her, tenderly holding her hand.
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