Autumn

Andrew K., my friend
Fall ... One of those piercingly clear days when the puddles in the morning covered with a thin brittle Ledkov, when the sky is bottomless, and the crystal-clear air, filled with bitter smell of burning leaves, absolutely motionless, as if afraid to break the random nature of wind blow the fragile beauty . We slowly walk along the old park alley. Alley covered with fallen leaves, she softly rustling underfoot, and the only sound disturbing the silence enveloping us. We do not need to talk, we understand each other without words, though familiar to only a few minutes. After all, both of us today do not go in dusty audience scribbled tables (from somewhere, I know that you, too, student), we both, subject to some kind of sixth sense, come to the old, empty at this time of year the park on the outskirts - and all this in order to make sure we get close, to meet his eyes and realize that we have finally found each other ...
Walk takes us to the shore of the lake, and we had a long standing at the water's edge. You take my hand, I shudder and froze, frightened away the feeling gripped me amazing peace. Somewhere in the distance thunder passing train.
You turn your head and look at me. I have time to notice amusement in your golden-brown eyes, and then suddenly you bend down, you pick up an armful of dead leaves and sprinkle me with them from head to toe. I extend my hand, I want to grab you, but you're laughing, dodge, and we, like two schoolchildren at recess, we start to laugh, to rush through the trees. Prim elderly lady to walk close to her no less prim dog, pursing his lips disapprovingly watching us. Finally I manage to catch you, and we, breathless and satisfied, while standing, looking at each other. Then suddenly you hold me, approaching his face to mine and our lips meet. I completely lose my head. It takes a few long moments, during which there is no one for us - just you and me. Then you with a quiet sigh, you put your head on my shoulder, and we is faded again. Shocked lady perplexed looks at us wide-eyed. Met my eyes, it was all bristles and contemptuously raised his sharp little chin, hastily removed, pulling on the leash his dog. Her gait clearly irritated read "but in my time ..."And it makes me laugh. You look at me, do you want to know what amused me, and I point out to you through the eyes of a lady. We laugh together, and then, hand in hand, walk along the shore.
We nabredaem at the outdoor cafe, which, oddly enough, still works. With asphalt pad in front of him, just strewn leaves, as well as all around the chairs had been removed, but the tables with wire frame umbrella still stand. However, they can not be removed - they dug into the earth, and they did have to stand all winter. Bored seller slightly enlivened with our appearance. We take a bottle of a dry Moldovan wine. You manage some unknown way to elicit the seller is not an ordinary thick glasses, and high-walled glasses and a couple of plastic chairs and triumphantly pull out their trophies outside pristraivayas to the nearest table. I found in my pocket "Victorinox" with a corkscrew, presented to me a year or two ago for my birthday, and I, a little fooling around, ceremonially open the bottle. We sit facing the lake, spill the wine, and smiled to each other, with a slight shift tinkling glasses. You can hear how the seller inserts a cassette into the tape recorder, and soft music fills the space.
A specter is haunting the autumn park
Burning fires of fallen leaves,
You again you put your head on my shoulder. I know you more than once to do so, it will be your favorite pose, when we together. We were both young and we believe that we have ahead of eternity ...
And yesterday it was so hot,
And we have forgotten about the fall ...
It was too short, this eternity ...
Memory - a capricious thing. I have forgotten a lot since then. Too much time has passed, and I do not have any of your photos. I began to forget your face. I remember only a few details - your hazel eyes, your soft brown hair, a mole on his cheek, but it has ceased to be folded into an image, which is two short years has eclipsed everything to me. I started to forget your voice. I remember only a soft whisper in the dark, it is often my dream, but I can not make out the words. I began to forget the day of our separation. I only remember the tears in your eyes when you do something haltingly tried to explain to me, and I stood there and did not know anything except that you're leaving and we will never be able to see each other. But one fine autumn day, many years ago, the old park, strewn with fallen leaves, I still remember clearly, to the smallest detail.
And, most likely, will never be able to forget ...
The text used poetry unknown to me Sverdlovsk musical group
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