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After the end of the play

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By DannyMoxPublished 2 years ago 5 min read
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Naka Daleni Delaney returned from the theater with her mother, where a play called "Evgeny Onegin" was performed that day. Onegin". She ran to her house, quickly undressed, undid her hair, put on a short skirt and blouse, sat down at the table and tried to write a letter in the style of Dagyana.

She wrote -

"I love you, but you don't love me, don't love me!"

She laughed as she wrote.

She was but sixteen years old, she had not yet fallen in love with anyone, but knew that both the officer Gornan and the student Grozdjev loved her. But since that night after the play, she suddenly had doubts about their love. To be unloved and unfortunate - how interesting! She found it interesting, moving, and poetic that one person loved deeply while the other was cold.

In that play, Onegin took pleasure in never loving anyone, but Datyana was always fascinated by him, because she loved him very much, and if they could fall in love with each other and enjoy happiness, then the thing would be boring.

Naka remembered the officer Gornan, and wrote down.

"You do not have to insist in front of me that you love me, and I can not believe you. You are intelligent, learned and stern; you are an absolute genius, and a bright future awaits you, while I am a lowly and unfortunate woman, and you know very well that I will only be a hindrance to your life. Although you were still paying attention to me, thinking of catering to me with your own ideals, this must have been wrong, and now you must have regretted it and asked yourself: Why did I make out with that girl? But because you are too kind a person, you do not want to admit it yet! ......"

As Naka wrote this, feeling that she was in a world of tears, she could not help but shed tears and continued to write.

"I could not bear to leave my dear mother and brother, or I would have put on my robe and disappeared to another life in a place where no one could find. Then you would be a free man, and could love another. Alas, I might as well die!

Naka, with a bubble of tears in her eyes, could not distinguish what was written, but saw on the table, on the floor, and on the ceiling, a rainbow wavering unceasingly, as if she saw it in a triglyph. She could not write, so she leaned back in her chair and thought of Gornan.

Men are so interesting, but so provocative! Naka remembered how funny his soft, stuttering, and often wrong words were when they talked about music together! He also tried hard not to let his voice show its intense tone. In social situations, even with a cool head and proud habits, highly educated, with a moral character, one's hobbies had to be hidden away. Gernan also knew how to hide it, but sometimes it had to come out, so everyone knew that he was very fond of music. Some people had to keep talking about music, or some people who didn't know music had to make that ridiculous comment, but he kept his normal state, as if he was afraid and timid, and didn't say a word. He played the piano as well as a real pianist could play it. If he had not been an officer, he would have been a famous musician.

The tears in his eyes dried up. Naka recalled that Gernan had spoken to her about love at the concert, and later once by the dressing rack, when a gentle breeze was blowing, and she went on to write.

"I'm glad you got to know Grozjeev, he's a very clever man, you must love him too, he was at my house yesterday and sat there until two o'clock. We were all very happy that evening, but unfortunately you did not come. He spoke many interesting things."

Naka pressed her hands on the table and rested her head on them, her hair obscured the letter. She remembered that the student Grozdev loved her too, and he should have had a letter just like Gornan's. But how to give it to Grozdev? But how to write to Grozdev? For some reason a wave of joy suddenly rose in her chest: at first it was small, as if a small rubber ball was swinging in her chest, and then the joy slowly expanded, like a wave. Naka also forgot to think about Gornan and Grozdev, because her mind was already confused, but the joy grew more and more, from her breasts to her hands and feet and limbs, joy like a slight cold wind blowing into the mind, sweeping through the hair. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled uncontrollably, and even the glass on the table and the lamp trembled slowly, and tears came in and fell on the letterhead. She couldn't stop laughing for a long time, and she wanted to stop. To show that she was not laughing for no reason, she was going to think of something funny in a hurry. She felt that she was laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe, and hurriedly said.

"This puppy is ridiculous! This puppy is ridiculous!"

She remembered that yesterday, after tea, Grozjeev was playing with the dog, Mark, and afterwards he told the story of a clever dog.

The little dog was chasing the crow in the yard, but the crow looked back at him and said.

"Hmph, you bad guy!"

The little dog did not know that the crow he was chasing was very learned and was frozen for a moment, puzzled for a while, and then barked furiously.

Thinking of this, Naka said decisively, "No, I'm better off loving Grozjeev." Having said this, she immediately tore up the letter she had just written.

She began to think about the student's love and her own love, but unexpectedly the thoughts in her head always wavered. So she thought about it in a jumble: her mother, the market, the pencil, the organ ...... she thought with delight that all the things in the world were good and wonderful, and that her joy told her that this was not uncommon, and that there was something better to come. Soon spring passed and summer came, so she could go to Gorbiki with her mother, and Gornan also took leave to go there, to hang out with her in the garden and talk about her affairs. Grozjeev also came to play baseball and tennis with her, and told her funny or strange things. He was very fond of the garden, the darkness, the green sky and the stars. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled again, as if she felt the fragrance of flowers coming in through the window and refreshing her heart.

She went to her and sat down, not knowing where the joy that had engrossed her had come from, and she gazed with rapt attention at the idol hanging behind the back of the bed, and murmured: "God! God! God!"

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