Last snow

Bear stood at the window, accompanied her eyes ... He looked through the snowflakes on receding silhouette and suddenly thought ... "What if she really last as the last snow". For some reason he decided that this last snow ...

Bear escorted her eyes - his last love. Anyway, it seemed to him that she was the last one, that nobody more it will not be so loving.
- Probably, the value of love is also a chapel. Like everything else - thought Bear - Is there a limit of something, and behind it ... What, I wonder, could be behind it? After all, if you have love chapel, the Chapel is behind this is not love ... not love, but what? Maybe hatred ... Maybe we did the right thing, parting forever ... because we tired of this mutual jealousy, everyday reproaches that we throw each other without thinking ... We are tired of these constant affection in bed when parents not at home ... I started to get tired of you, and you - from me ... We loved, in spite of the great difference in age, secretly loved. And hid it so skillfully that no one in the world could not even think that's really going on between us ...- The school - the same rigor as all other pupils in our class. In my diary the same four, three and two, like all ... And only I noticed what they could not see the other ...- These two and three in the diary as if mocking homeworkers. They really looked at me with a smile, these zagogulinki ... They told me if ... "And you see what is our place in the magazine ..." I watched, squinting, and saw a very different assessment ...

And then, at my house we had fun laughing at all these "performance"...
Now I know - "theater" over ... school tomorrow everything will be so - well, but - to another ... For me, it would probably be unbearable ... unbearable hard to look and feel that you apparently quite well, nothing has changed ... This same stern look and the same feigned indifference, as well as to all ... it's hard to realize that it was all over. Now what you do not wake me up in the morning with their caresses, will not prepare breakfast, we will not leave the apartment alone, with time intervals, going to the same school in the same class ... Do not be more than that. It - Last snow, I know. More it will not. For those who would not be? For this winter? For the city? For me?

Bear turned away from the window, peering into the darkness of the room still thinking ... "For whom he last? This snow ..."

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