My city: the tragedy of one family. Дмитрий Георгиевич Боррони
belief looked at a ring, and then at Roman. It liked this ring, diamond in it was pleasant. It seemed that she just about also will forgive Roman, but it was not so. She could not forgive him so. In fact, it changed it, and the fact that it was fruitless, was not justification here. Yes, it is possible it partly and it is guilty of the incident, but it?. Vera could not neither forget it and nor forgive.
− Well, – she so cold told that from outside it seemed that this gift was indifferent for it. She looked at this ring and saw in it only one − desire, desire of forgiveness. But whether she will be able to forgive Romana? Now she was offended, offended by it so that it was difficult for it even to see it, what to tell with it. – I agree you to listen, and only. – All this phrase was said so that from outside it seemed that for it it is indifferent, he sits opposite to it here or not. She agreed to listen to him only because about it it was asked by mother Romana, Nadezhda. Also she wanted to look in his shameless eyes and to understand why he made it? Really matter only in children or she did not suit it as the woman? She should find out it. Then she threw words into its party even more cold, so, that Roman was frightened. – Say that you are silent? I what, till the evening I will wait for you?
On his body ran ice cold, and it made the glotatelny movement and, having goggled on trust the scared eyes, answered.
− That ж. – he began and, having hesitated, added. – However, I do not know what to begin with.
The belief immediately steamed.
− Begin with the main thing. – And having made a short pause, it began for Roman. – Darling I changed you. – Then she asked, kind of with a sneer: – I hope, I was not mistaken, I still for you expensive?
The novel immediately steamed.
− Of course. You for me always were, is and will remain the woman, dear to me!
The belief indifferently answered itself in a nose.
− Who would doubt.
− That?
− I speak, – there began Vera, – I wait until you that be give rise. I listen, – she told and added: – I told you what to begin with: DARLING I CHANGED YOU. – She made a pause and continued. – Or perhaps you do not consider what you changed me? Well! There is nothing to tell, or nevertheless I will hear from you though something in the justification?
Roman looked in a window. Clouds were condensed in the sky, was dark, the rain just about will pour down. He looked on trust and told.
− I have nothing to tell. You are right, I changed you. I was blinded by desire to have the child, but there was everything to a turn.
The belief grinned. She looked at Roman a victorious look. Now she did not doubt that he still loves it. She considered that if it is not so, then he not for the world would not recognize the treason. Yes, he loved it, and she knew it. Whether she will forgive him, we will look? It is clear now only one: she still loved Roman. Its feelings did not cool down, and she knew it.
− That ж. – she told the ruling tone. – It is good that you recognized the treason, and can, I will forgive you, but? Whether you forgive yourself? Here in what a question.
Roman heaved a deep sigh.
Chapter-8
Paralysis
Letter of Belief to Hope
Dear Nadezhda!
I write you as I want to share as there took place the conversation between me and Roman. In general the conversation was productive. Roman recognized the treason, and perhaps I will forgive him, sometime, but not now. There passed not enough time, and the wound still bleeds. It is difficult to forget it, only time heals wounds. So at present I can only … what only? I cannot return and forgive to it too I cannot. But I understand that all of us are not innocent, and I including. Now I should think, to put everything on the places so I leave. When you read this letter, I will not be in the city any more.
Good-bye.
Yours faithfully, Vera.
Nadezhda Roman's letter
Sonny. You the idiot that missed Vera. Better than the woman all of you equally will not find. From the letter written by Vera to me it is clear that she still loves you, the blockhead. A question in another: whether she will be able to forgive you. You are guilty of the incident both, but you? What, could not make a compromise? You could try to bring children with Vera, having agreed that you need substitute mother. But you also did not dare to think of it. Now wait when it arrives, do everything possible to make amends.
Your mother.
Roman's letter to mother
Dear mother!
I already asked forgiveness for Vera, even presented her a ring, but she does not want to recognize that on this treason it pushed me. If she told earlier that she is healthy, and put only in me, then I would know what to do. But occurred absolutely not so. She hid from me that she is healthy. And now what wants? I, of course, do not exculpate with myself for the incident, but she is guilty not less mine. I understand that she made it not from the evil, obviously, she wanted that our marriage was not destroyed, but she was mistaken. A lie not to save marriage, and it perfectly understood it. Its justifications are based only on one: she did not want to have children, it is obvious she has some secret about which we do not know.
Novel.
Nadezhda Roman's letter.
The novel, you are mistaken. The belief wanted children too, otherwise it would not be treated.
Mother.
Vera Roman's letter and Nadezhda.
Hello!
The morning sun never lasts a day. Here and I come back home soon. Took a walk and will be enough. My train will arrive to the Leningrad station of the thirteenth at 17:10. This fast, Sapsan.
I will wait, Vera.
Exactly at seventeen hours ten minutes Moscow time number … arrived to a way the white high-speed train Sapsan. Having gone out of the train, the young woman went according to the platform to an exit. Having passed through the metaldetector, it passed further and entered the station, passed it all and came to Three Station Square. This was Vera. It just arrived from St. Petersburg where spent the vacation.
Nobody met her though it also sent the letter to Roman and Nadezhda that they met her if they want. But nobody met her. She faced doors to the station from where now it left, and thought that Roman nevertheless returned to Larisa, and his mother? Obviously, she could not abandon Roman. Though Roman was her son, he, but not it, solved how to him to live.
The belief thought that obviously Larisa achieved the, and … this minute its cellular rang out. The belief pulled out phone from the handbag, looked who called. It was number of the Novel.
− Hallo. Novel, it you?
− Yes, – she heard in reply, is I.
Its voice was excited. Obviously, something happened.
− you where? – hasty she asked. – Something happened?
− Da! – he exclaimed so that it "yes!" Looked rather as "Yes – and-and!". it did not constrain itself(himself) from the problems and with them of emotions which pulled hard on it. – To mother it is bad! Come soon in hospital!
The belief for a second became puzzled: she could not understand how in general it is possible? When she left, everything was normal, and now? Really something occurred? Something that she did not know yet? And what it costs here? It has to be with the husband now, support him in a difficult situation. And it? Why it not there? Why here, at Three Station Square?
She hasty asked.
− you now in what hospital?
− I in Burdenko. Chamber number thirteen.
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