Suddenly Volodya whispered: "I'm going to Afghanistan."". Olya couldn't believe it. I didn't ask again. My head was spinning. Some kind of wild scream burst out, and unbidden tears rolled down her cheek. It's hell out there... Having lost the sense of time, she did not understand what was happening, but he held her in his arms, barely restraining himself and hiding his eyes. The evening enveloped them both in a cloak of cold and sadness. He promised to come back. He asked her to remember. She stood and watched for a long time, and when he disappeared around the bend, a chill of anxiety enveloped her soul.
Vladimir left the next day. A month later, I received a letter. It was a small piece of paper on which was hastily written: "My soul is always with you." There were no more letters. Only one evening, when I was standing thoughtfully by their ash tree, a wild pain squeezed my heart, and the chain fell into my palm. This feeling is impossible to forget. His head was spinning, his legs felt weak, and he couldn't remember any more. I woke up in the morning, hearing the voice of old lady Praskovya:
– Daughter, what's wrong with you? - She said softly. "Get up."
Olya didn't understand what was going on. I spent the whole night lying under an ash tree. Then she was ill for a long time, having lost interest in life. She was supported by her students, to whom she gave her heart and warmth of soul. So the time went on…
One day, while fussing in the yard, I heard a bitter wild cry that seemed to tear the sky in half. It was a crane circling the ground in desperation and purring plaintively. Despair and longing were intertwined in this cry. She couldn't resist standing up. His feet followed him. I didn't understand how I ended up under an ash tree with a nest in it. She sat down and cried. The crane quietly approached her and bowed its head in the palm of its hand. She hugged him to her and seemed to come alive. For a moment it seemed that it was Volodya. I remembered the moments when we sat together and talked like that.
The crane arrived every spring. Olga was coming to life. There was no limit to joy. There was talk in the village that Vladimir had gone missing in Afghanistan, and she had gone mad. He goes to the forest and runs around the field after the crane. I didn't pay attention to the conversations.
Spring came, but the crane did not arrive. I waited for one spring, another, the third... She looked ugly, haggard, and gray. Life flashed by. She retired. Sometimes she was visited by graduates who remembered her sincere soul and pure heart. The neighbors whispered to each other, sympathized, and told their children Olga's love story.
I decided to go to their meeting place. She touched the chain with her hand. She didn't complain about fate. I was grateful to God for the wonderful moments of happiness with my loved one. Let them whisper behind her back, condemn her – she doesn't care. She loved and was loved. She carried the sanctity of bright and pure love through her whole life.
She stood there, as if saying goodbye to ash, who had witnessed meetings and lovers' dreams that were never destined to come true.… Раздел iOS на reklama-impuls&melbet рассказывает об установке melbet на айфон.
