Queen of Hearts. Author - Oleg Khaidukov

                Queen of hearts
She met me one warm October day . On that sunny autumn day , I saw her at the bus stop in the city. This girl in a white cloak , proudly and majestically sitting on the bench , and was so bright and radiant that it did not notice it was impossible . Her thin , beautiful and rigid facial features immediately caught my eye and I recognized her favorite once a girl with whom for a long time not seen . But go to her so soon , it would be ignorance on my part. Rising slightly to one side , I looked at her , until she left on the bus. From that day on her bewitching image of " settled " in my head , and every day I'm getting stronger wanted to see her again .

  A month later, I finally saw her again . She was wearing a leopard gown , and shapely legs black , transparent tights, the same as last time . She came out of the bus, and " went straight at me " down the aisle , as I was sitting next to the exit . I looked up at her , and just one prolonged moment met her gaze . These insanely beautiful brown eyes , and a clear , deep, slightly surprised look . It was breathtaking and indescribable beauty of the spectacle ... Then she turned and gracefully left the bus at the bus stop , lightly powdered with the first snow .

   The effect of the last meeting was so strong that dwell in me confidence in our next meeting . And a few days before the New Year, when it's getting dark , I was returning home on the bus. So she went into it with that same stop , which came out last time. "Princess" was light dark coat on a dark shade mascara eyes , hair , and even seemed to me darker than usual . She must have gathered for some pre-Christmas event , I thought then . She was so charming that looking at her , I walked past the embarrassment . She sighed at this time . From that day I rest not even dreamed of ...

   We have always lived in the same village , but now I was sure that she settled somewhere. I was constantly thinking about it , and only dreamed of meeting. I wanted to go to her, and to express their sympathy .

   One winter , the January one , sunny and chilly afternoon, we slipped towards each other in the city center . She was in a fluffy white coat on the street , and smiled slightly to herself , completely oblivious to anything around. Then I have several times seen her from afar in a white coat . And I can still mistook ? - I thought . After meeting happened so fast ...

   I soon learned that her friend , familiar to me , too, appeared in my edges. I saw her with one of them from afar. But with them afterwards I somehow failed to make contact . Nevertheless , history began to twist and fueled the interest in me all the more forcefully . On Saturday , the day of the Epiphany , which is nearing the evening , I saw how she drove a bus in a burgundy coat . That evening , at the eleventh hour , when I was asleep at home, then suddenly , for a moment sharply fell somewhere in a dream , and at that moment felt , seen and heard what happened to her ... I guess I was thinking too much about it at the time , so I thought at the time that " I live by it ..." By this time , in the absence of real , intimate meetings , she got into my dreams , worrying even there ...

   Judging by where it is more common to me , I concluded that she was studying in the institute on the designer . Twice seen a guy from afar. Once in the morning he saw from the window as she ran to him in a white fur coat on a footpath leading from the city to our village through the bushes . I was sad , because they had already missed her . I do not know what to say at the meeting, and go to her I wanted more than life . In late winter , after so anxious waiting for me like inspiration struck , and I wrote a little poem . Sketched an hour several quatrains that the best way to describe our meeting with her , I finally realized that she is my muse , opened in me all the best. And I was confident of a quick meeting with his dream.
               
  Meeting her was not long in coming, and one of the first spring days I had a chance to go to her , and I could not use it. I approached her as she sat on the bus with a friend , and said :
- Julia , you are so charming! For me such happiness to see you again and again!
She froze , making an indifferent expression. A little thought , I continued :
- I saw you again,
And one of you I think now ...
- Before me your image ,
I lost my soul peace!
She was silent for distant views .
- Yes Is it you , Julia! ? - I said to cheer her up a bit .
She was silent , although she treacherously twitched into a smile lip corners .
- Leopard color suits you very ... - I said, to break the awkward silence. Let it be silent, but once I decided to talk to her , it was impossible to retreat .
- Oh ... - But she said quietly in the end, it came .
- Well , I hope to see you again - a little turned around, I said goodbye.
 They got off the bus and walked away , smiling. And I looked at them on the background of spring pictures from the bright sun , melting snow and ice, until my beloved has not disappeared from sight. This recognition was a breakthrough for me , since I first spoke to her , and expressed his feelings after a long wait . I'm not sorry I did it , and my soul became warmer , because in any case , if I do not laugh , it probably flattered her. Soon saw her with his stop in a passing , empty bus . She looked as if through me, and seemed pleased.

  Next, I'm a little distracted from her. Sometime in late April , was beside her at the bus stop . She stood in a white cloak and tinted glasses , as if carved from stone, with an " impregnable as a rock ." She is beautiful, stylish , sophisticated and confident woman . She and I are so different, just like heaven and earth. I kept thinking , like, did not happen , " storm" between us! In early May, saw her twice , and even for one day , appearing behind her . Both times she looked back , although it is unusual for such a girl . It felt like my mind back .

   I've already lost hope for the development of our relationship , as I turned out to be the case a little talk with her alone , because we had to walk a block from the bus stop in the same direction . I caught up with her ;;and said :
- Hey Julia ! - And in response to me again silence.
- Again will not talk !
My words are a little amused her , and she said :
- I do not know you .
- Well, it's even better ! Maybe re- acquainted ? My name is Oleg ! Somewhere you live here?
- I live far away .
- And what's your name ?
- Why do you want ?
- Well, then I'm still going to call you Julia ! - Again it amused her .
- It's nice that such a beauty like you settled somewhere near ! - I continued.
I did not notice at the crossroads she abruptly turned and went right. I did not make sense to run for it , the more she could not know that I go to the left . I would call it the "disappearance in English ." But , nevertheless , I was glad to see , because it was already something.
               
   A week later, this situation was repeated , and again we passed along this stretch of road . Only this time, the conversation was more " far-fetched ." At the crossroads , she said : " Well , let's ," and I " happily " - and went to his side. Before we got off the bus , where we were standing near , she told her friend that maybe go to Ekaterinburg enroll in the Academy of Art . I noticed that her voice over the years , has become a lower and confident once lost their sonority . Now it has become a business , matured and "Opera" girl. I suddenly felt beside her superfluous.

   After a while , we crossed again . I was not going to approach it , and I have avoided it . For me, this was the point . I went to rest in another city because he was on vacation, and continued to live his life , in spite of everything , remembering his beloved ...

   But in the summer meeting continued. I saw her from afar in the park . Then out of the window at the bus stop in the evening , where it should be with his girlfriend hid from the rain . I tried not to look at her , but still looked . She grinned . I went ahead and excitement came over me again . This time she seemed more natural . Since the street was clear, she was not wearing her orange -tinted glasses that I already fed instead see her adorable brown eyes . She is very sophisticated and decent . And with that , she is active , sociable and pretty " playful tiger ." From the side it may seem arrogant "tricks ." There is something unnatural in it , which I do not see or do not want to see. But I know that she is not heartless , and she has feelings , cleverly hidden from many . I 'm just this .

  The queen of my heart for several images. And sometimes , I'm even afraid to stumble on it . When you are in a field of view similar to the kind of girl I'm starting to worry. For each turn , on the street , on the bus , at the bus stop , in a passing car, the evening at dusk, in a dream - everywhere waiting for me "She" . No it does not know , did not see or do not want to talk , and no information about it . I saw it in different places and at different times. She was in front of me suddenly , like a ghost , causing the heart to beat faster , and throwing me in awe of her soul . This year , in many ways , my life began to change for the better. But , relative to the other girls I came bad luck . I though to myself , " thought up " these meetings , or the power of thought pulled this girl , and how to arrange the " lady of the heart " to themselves - for me this question remained open.

   Unexpected meeting soon continued , and again I saw her from the window of the same bus at the same time as the last time. Once this has occurred at the next stop , and she was now . Seeing me, she tried to hide behind a girlfriend , but I saw her and " shot " indifferent glances. We smiled to each other , and the bus drove on.

   In July, I stopped seeing her . Lost the feeling that she lives somewhere nearby, and settled in the soul longing . I like the feel of my " cat " is not around . I decided that she had gone to Yekaterinburg , and perhaps forever. One time I saw her from afar, near the car in the alley, where the " cat " is probably live , or moving out from there. But a month later, when I got on the bus in the evening , I had an idea that now again meet someone or see . And it seems that from the bus window , fleetingly seen his beloved outdoors . From that moment I decided that I still have the opportunity to talk with her.

  And one hot, sunny day , she was next to me. It was so unusual , with dark hair mesh like just left the podium. I expressed my admiration than surprised her again . Said she loved me , and invited friends . Thus , I amused and embarrassed her so that she was sweating with excitement as she immediately confessed aloud girlfriend.

  On another occasion , she was sitting with his girlfriend at the bus stop when my bus stopped . She gave me a half-serious look , assessing whether I will again " laugh " it. I turned away , but the driver started cleaning in his cabin , rather than to go further. I could not stay in place and " fluttered " to meet his " windfall " , deciding to use such a delicate situation in their favor. When I sat down to her and said she , in turn , said that she almost married , and her husband now come for her , recalling that I now leave the bus. At this time on the bench between us lonely kitten sitting ... At my follow-up questions she replied that she had an Egyptian cat home , she works in Ekaterinburg , and resting here in the summer. And , quite honestly , in my opinion , said that she does not have a white coat , but only claret. So in the winter, maybe I did not see her . And looking into my eyes , said her name's not Julia. On the question of how her name is still , she replied that her husband calls her a lioness . I , in turn, called her " Leopardkoy " to which she said that I should tell it to her husband. I said that I still love her admiringly , and , wishing happiness, gone.

  I did not draw any conclusions from this conversation as " Leopardka " only play with me , and her words of truth was at least as I thought . Nevertheless , for me it was another breakthrough " into the wind ," the girl of my heart. But the result was disappointing , and I'll put an end to .

  When I got a day off in the city center , it got me three times on the streets with her friend Pauline , she introduced me at our last meeting . The third time I nervously picked up his pace , moving away from them. In early autumn, we went again to meet each other on the street in the city. It was overcast, it was in black wet raincoat , sad .

  Another time I saw her in the morning on the bus and sat down close to her face . Queen of Hearts Pauline sat in his spotty leopard mantle and was irresistible . I only had to glance at her. When I left , I exchanged glances with them in the end ...
 
  But the story is not over . In early October, returned briefly summer. I continued to see her more often. It seemed to me that it is ubiquitous . Here it is in tinted glasses and a white coat . A day later, she was again in his image " Leopardki ", only in a new mantle brindle color . The third time , I walked past a stop in the city, and saw her standing in the company. She also saw me . I went to the store . When I came out of it , she came to the bus. We smiled at each other , and she left. A week later, this incident was repeated , but she would not pay any attention to me . On another occasion , she came into my morning bus stop with my when I came out of the other door . Here she comes to town, again dressed in all white . A day later she was back in her usual way of standing at the bus stop , and preening .

   She is standing with her back to me in the store, in a red jacket and dark jeans . I walk up to her and look at her . She turns to leave, and we for one moment , meet amused glances. About a month later , this situation was repeated again at another store .

   The next meeting took place at the other end of the city, when I returned from work. She got off the bus in a long dark coat , beret and tinted glasses , and gracefully passed by me at the bus stop . At this time, the Queen of Hearts was even more daunting , suddenly appeared in the darkness before dawn , when I was not expecting to see her.

  After a while , we met again in the same circumstances . My queen elegantly went off into the distance down the street in the morning breeze billowing black cloak . And I went home on the bus from which she came . And when I went already in my village , I did not even notice , as on the seat next to the village of my beloved " Leopardka ." She was talking with her friend Pauline , and I suddenly felt that she was very kind to me became "foreign ." I was relieved because she really did not Julia. Because it meant that all is not lost .

   When I met a girl in a black cloak , it turned out that she did not Julia , and another illusion my inflamed imagination. It is more like " Leopardku " than Julia , which I still had to find. But , from that I started dating a gradual return of reason, blurred Queen of hearts " Leopardkoy ." This meeting allowed me to digress a bit and look at the situation from the outside , that's probably what saved me from further madness. Soon I saw the "obvious" , and realized that my dreams took me away from reality. In me , as if some inner broke contact with " Leopardkoy " and I stopped seeing her distorted image of my girl Julia , and our casual meetings gradually subsided . Real , sweet and charming Julia I still found some time in the internet and exchanged letters with her, and thus learned it at a casual meeting . Thus, I finally threw off the " shackles " of unrequited love . But that's another story .

  Nevertheless , I am glad that this intoxicating illusion was the place to be in my life. " Leopardka " remained in my heart a wonderful and unforgettable vision vanished as suddenly as they had appeared ...

                Queen of Hearts. Epilogue.
               
Love, or love - blinding feeling where sanity , sometimes there is no place . And in the end my heart Korolev were three , incidentally, is not very much and similar to each other . And the image of the Queen turned my collective .

  Image of the girl Julia , once became for me the benchmark of excellence , once awakened in my imagination. And if " the phoenix bird , and again rise from the ashes ", " girl - vision " began its meteoric flight through the clouds of my mind. And flushing the brightest star in my sky , she highlighted the prolonged my way to the light .
 
  This story began with " Leopardki Julia ," which , to my great surprise , was at that time seventeen - schoolgirl nymphet . .. Then I saw another mysterious stranger "real Julia " , as I then thought. In communicating this stranger was more pleasant, and seemingly no way inferior " Leopardke ." And as a result , she has worked on healing my way , allowing me to digress a little , and soon see things as they are . Subsequently, I even saw a mysterious stranger queen of my heart, as he could not accept the idea of ;;a third Julia . And it was not very nice to run after " the wind in the field."

  But to find and see Julia , for me then was just mentally need to absolve themselves of self-deception , and the dot in this protracted history that I soon did . And reality has become for me a welcome gift.
 
  My feelings have not yet erupted extinguished ! They support in my heart and in my soul the fire of love will inspire me , and gave hope for the future . And who knows what role was played in my life these Queen of Hearts.
                Автор - Олег Хайдуков.             Author - Oleg Khaidukov.