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I opened the door of my flat. Finally! I didn’t know how I can express my delight!
I dropped my bag, and I fell down into the chair. It’s has begun to creak disgustingly. I have just taken a vacation! Two week on the sea. I can see it in my sweet dreams only! I jumped and was turned on the room. I stopped near the case and put forward the box. My passport! My passport – passing for happiness!
Sheet of a paper was combined four times dropped from my passport and flight smoothly as a leave of the autumn tree.
O! I opened it – the inclined head, the hair fell on the face – my portrait was pained by pencil.
I have remembered everything at one moment.
I was returning form my last vacation. I became tanned and looked fine, my skin and clothes kept the smell of sea, I think.
I went by train. My seat wasn’t near the window. I sighed and took the book from my bag. The book was fun and I didn’t notice how two hours was flight. I lifted my head smiled. His eyes saw to me attentively. His head was framed gray-haired hair. He was 40-45 years old. “So good face.” – I thought. He has bent aside to see me better. I was shy and turn off. But then I saw to him. He was doing the symbols. To smoke? I nodded my head negatively. He became sad. Now I was doing symbols – let’s go out.
We went out the tambour “Mark” – he introduced. “Joan” – I replied.
We were sitting at train café and taking our entire trip. He was a painter. His name was famous. He was 46 years old. Self-assured, successful, sensitive. Good face. We didn’t notice anything around. Only he and I. The train has arrived the last station. We went out to a tambour. I felt he compressed my palm: “I want to see you again”. “Next Saturday”. “On Saturday”.
He was married almost during 20 year. He was bringing up loved daughter. We were seeing for two month. It was unforeseen for both us – to be able to speak about everything with other person, discuss art, relationship, felling, our childhood with constant strong interest. I liked his picture, I found out my own felling and images in it. One day he kissed me – it was the happiest day for us.
He invited me to the exhibition of his new pictures. That was a significant event all newspapers has the articles about that. There are many people in gallery: famous artists, critics, painters, journalists, just wealthy persons. I saw Mark and his wife in one of the hall. She was bored nice, she looked to him faithfully and carefully. He didn’t notice her watch he discuss something with something. But she was happy looking him.
Tomorrow he called me “Did you like my exhibition?” He listened attentively. Then he said:”We must break up. It’s doing to be better for us. I love you but….All is too difficult for my difficult life”
I wasn’t crying and I didn’t asking any questions.
He still draws; his pictures are still beautiful and even more beautiful.
I presented my portrait my neighbor who was seven years old. He liked it. I had an wonderful vacation this time.
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