his long, unkempt beard and looking at passersby.
Thousands of new faces passed by him were thinking about their own. No one was concerned about him, as well as he ceased to count on something a long time ago.
A leggy brunette in a sundress flying like Merlin Monroe`s passed by. He remembered his first love, a school teenage love. Her name was Nana, a bright Georgian woman with long curled eyelashes and big brown eyes like an antelope had. How long ago it was! Actually, they could have got romance if she hadn`t moved to another city in the high school.
Sadness, joyfulness, he stopped feeling them many years ago. It may seem to you that he is very callous and indifferent to everything. Perhaps it is. Any event in his life didn`t bring him any emotions. Neither positive nor negative. Having heard the once-beloved Queen`s song «Another One Bites The Dust» he even didn`t smile. His heart didn`t tremble and he even didn`t stomp his foot to the beat of the music. Years back, he was drinking the 3rd «Bud» tin goofing around and shaking his head with friends somewhere at the basement party, listening this song. He really was happy there.
Again he felt the vibrations of the earth by his whole body. For a moment, he was at the same place, at the same time but 20 years earlier. The boy had been going up the escalator to reach the university for the 1st class - a lecture of zoology, without any expectations about what will happen with him in the future. Biologist. Well, being very keen on genetics and plants, he wanted to bring something new and innovative into this world.
Again the flow of new people rushed past him. When he studied, every day was different from the previous one. And now everything has merged into the whole confusing, constantly recurring and slightly boring dream. Nothing new, even in the morning paper, which he read to keep abreast of the events in the world.
Suddenly blood appeared on his finger. He cut himself, turning the pages. «What a pity», he thought. «There will be another incalculable scar, but it doesn`t matter». Actually, his hands were littered with scars from previous wounds. Yes, he had tried to commit suicide more than once, but every trial he stopped on time. Years of studying were harder and harder for him to hand with. There were many things that this guy couldn`t bear. He dreamed of leaving the university to have a fresh start. He indeed did it secretly from his parents. They completely misunderstood his choice and after family argument he left home.
And now, sitting just in front of the entrance door to the subway, touching his bloody finger, he convinced himself: «Maybe it`s a sign to end it all?». He will wait for all people to leave, the station will be closed, and there will be no witnesses.
Suddenly a girl of about five ran up to him and gave a flower. She smiled, mumbled something and returned to her mother. At first, he did not understand at all what had just happened, but later a slight smile appeared on his face, which revealed his sentimental soul.
No one will ever know who he was. He, a homeless from the Kontraktova Square.
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