Novel.

Vera Roman's letter

You are right, I met Victor on his presentation, but I with him did not change you. I very much love you to change you with it and with somebody.

This was only the presentation and only, I assure you, only it nothing any more. I with it had nothing, only a business meeting.

Vera who is still loving you.

Vera Roman's letter

The novel, I, of course, could tell that you became indifferent for me, but it not so. I, as before, love you though you also changed. But in it there is also my fault. It was necessary to tell you at once that I am healthy. Perhaps, all this problem then would not be. Yes, I am guilty of this situation and I do not exculpate with myself. It is possible if I told the truth, then all this situation was not.

You wanted to meet and talk, let's meet on our place. I hope, you remember where?

Vera who is still loving you.

Letter of Belief to Hope.

Dear Nadezhda, at your request I will meet your son and mine still the husband Roman. I do not promise that we will reconcile. Treason − is treason, and it is not so simple to forgive it.

I will report to you about our conversation with Roman in one of the following letters. I hope that he realizes that he made and will ask for me forgiveness. I, perhaps, will forgive him, but it only words. So, I defined to you nothing promise. I love your son and I do not blame him for what it changed me.

Yours faithfully, Vera.

The woman sat at herself in the room in a chair, watched TV. It was outside the window cloudy, thunderclouds sent all sky. The sun was not visible because of clouds. The rain, outside the window poured a rain. The woman read the letter. The hope put it aside, with relief sighed. She achieved the. The conversation between her son and Vera will take place. She was happy with it. The hope is not lost, can still change, and the family will reunite again. What can be finer, than a home? In my opinion, nothing the best can be. So consider many, including I so consider.

However, somebody can thinks differently? You speak about it, you express the opinion.

Chapter-6

Relative

Today good sunny day, after a yesterday's rain the nature recovered around. In the wood birds sang, morning dew on trees and bushes covered foliage with droplets of the night expected to fall rain. Clean air, the seven-color rainbow played in the sky, announcing fine weather and good joyful day.

I stayed at home on a terrace of my country. I had an excellent mood, just remarkable. Today Friday. End of working week. And at me it begins today. Having visited office in the forenoon, I stopped sorting correspondence and, having looked in the magazine of record of clients, I did not find there anybody to whom I could make an appointment for today. Day was so to speak, is empty, and I went to myself to the dacha to the village. It was by the Kazan railroad, on the Kurovsky branch of the railroad. It is the Shevlyagiino station. There I had a certain house with the site. The kitchen garden, the potato. What else is necessary? Around wood, nearby railroad. The truth the electric train goes once an hour, and even in general is cancelled. And so always. Who lives on this branch of the railroad, all the life is abused by the government and the Russian Railway that they cannot normally organize to them driving through this direction. And what's the use? Everything remains still: the electric train, both went once an hour, and there goes once an hour, and that will be cancelled.

But for the rest here it is good. In Kuzyaevo the church is near. The truth the plant in Kuzyaevo sometimes cuts the cheese, but where there are no plants?

Today to me there has to arrive mother. If not to cancel the electric train, then it will arrive at fourteen hours fifty minutes. And if is not present, then, obviously, only by the evening, at seventeen hours nineteen minutes. Yes, electric trains go here very seldom, to so send everything, and… But it, however, quite another thing so we will not distract and we will continue this history.

The Shevlyagino station was approached by the electric train, doors opened, and of the second car towards area went out the woman. By sight she was no more than forty years old. She was a beautiful and attractive woman. Her well-fed and sexual breast, her thick and long hair − all this said that it was in the prime of life. Called her Ekaterina Dmitriyevna.

I was glad to her arrival though time already about six in the evening; I was always glad when it came to the village. City problems all were forgotten, we could talk, about anything, nobody disturbed us here.

Today Ekaterina Dmitriyevna arrived to the village because it was bothered by city life with her cares, efforts. She wanted rest and silence. To depart from city problems and to enjoy rural air of hens and pigs.

She told me that recently she met Vika. For all that time when she did not see it, Ekaterina Dmitriyevna said to me, Vika got prettier and blossomed. She became the beautiful and attractive woman. She married the oligarch and lives now in clover, without knowing any cares. When she asked it how it managed it? Vika bragged that once she got acquainted with Alice. Once that told it that her happiness is nearby that it should be seen only. Vika then did not understand what Alice meant, and having only seen decoration of Lozan, she felt how they attract it, it could not tear off from them a look. They bewitched her. Vika wanted to buy them, but she had no so much money. Then Alice offered it the bargain which was concluded that Alice will present to Vika this jewelry, and that, in turn, will swear that never and will tell nobody from where they at it. That agreed. Soon jewelry made the business. Vika became rich, married and gave rise. However, from whom she gave rise? Still remains a riddle.

But however, I will continue. Vika told me this story because it about it was asked by Alice. It from where knew that I want from life, and it gave me that I wanted.

− What is it?

− Beauty, – Ekaterina Dmitriyevna answered. – It gave me beauty. Now I will never grow old, in the general understanding of this word. – Ekaterina Dmitriyevna lit and, having released a stream of dense smoke, continued. – I, of course, will grow old, but also in hundred years I will look much much younger.

I was surprised. Her words threw me into confusion. How it is possible that the person did not grow old? Same not the fantastic movie and not the novel by Oscar Wilde "The Picture of Dorian Gray" where not the person, and his portrait grew old. Though? You never can tell? As I understood, this jewelry can give much and nothing. Everything depends on desire and ambitions of that person who owns this jewelry. But whether Vika owns them? I asked it this question and received the following answer.

− As to me it was told, ornament choose to themselves those people who really want to receive something from life. They give us that we wish, and punish us if we wish more and more. Everything cannot be received. – Nina made the next inhaling and, having exhaled a smoke stream from the sexual lips, continued. – Who does not understand it, that will not be able long to store this jewelry. They choose the owner and remain with him to his death.

− And later?

− Look for another. More ambitious, than previous.

− you consider yourself ambitious?