5. Brother 8

4.

Drunk both with wine and happiness, Martha boarded a trolleybus heading in the opposite direction.

Wow, the first real date in her life turn to be so stormy! Even if, after good thinking, she decides not to meet with Nutam again, there will still be something to remember.

For a whole stop, before noticing her mistake, she smiled contentedly, attracting the attention of a few fellow travelers. Her shining eyes, crimson mouth, strands of hair in disarray that were visible from under the cap excited the imagination of the audience.

This is probably why, when she got out to cross the road and change her trolleybus, some lively guy rushed after her, stuffing himself into the escorts ...

She wanted to laugh and cry, sing and dance. She could not hold back the overflowing joy and the involuntary bursting of laughter. Tilting her head to one side, she kept sprinkling into her collar so as not to shock those who happened to be there on that very first evening of her nascent love.

Lord what happened?
Where has time gone?
He had to take a taxi. One can go crazy! He was shaking as if in a fever, and his lips broke naturally into a smile.

“Sniffed, or what? - thought the driver, watching the strange passenger. "Ah, it's none of my business, if only I paid more."

What happened?

He could not understand - not at this moment, not later, when many times returned in his memories to the magical, enchanted evening of their first meeting.

There were women in his life, there was a feeling that he could call love, but never before - never! for this Nitram could vouch for - he did not experience such a flurry of feelings that suddenly, immediately, depriving him of the opportunity to reason and soberly perceive what was happening.

He did not even suspect that playing with a woman could have such sharpness, as if you were under a high voltage current - a feeling in which sweetness and flour merged together at the very peak of human capabilities.

All the way he dreamed with open eyes, until the taxi driver shook him by the shoulder: “Hey, boy, wake up! We have arrived. "

“If only I could be sure that he will keep his word, that he will not try to act by cunning or force,” Martha wrote in her diary the next morning.

She would like to write down everything to the smallest details: how he picked her up in his arms and slowly lowered her down through his body so that she could feel the full force of his awakened passion; how casually, playing, he ran his hand through her hair; how his dark palm with tightly clenched fingers resiliently touched her cheek, imitating a blow ...

There was so much power and charm in his gestures, but all this did not apply to her yet. She felt the experience of quickly and easily meeting, and all his patronizing gestures and habits were from there.

"You don't know me at all!"

Yes, she would like to write it down, but she was afraid the paper would turn red. In addition, there are many prying eyes around.

The upcoming date was both tempting and frightening.

"Nutam ... So I’m already thinking of him!"
 

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from novel WANDERER/ Роман "Пришелец"