Here are the steps it went into the kitchen, but then stopped and walked along the corridor, stopped near the door where, breathless, stopped Allen, and her heart sank again, the steps stood a little bit, and Allen was afraid that Yegor hears beating of her heart as she breathes intermittently, but the steps moved on, into the big New Delhi escorts room, went out again stepped into the hallway, and then again in the stress waiting for a quiet knock on the door froze Alain.

The steps stopped at the door... "Alain, you're not asleep?" Do you know where your mother? " How he guessed that I am at home? - Alain surprised, but then he realized - it hangs on a coat hanger. - I do not know. I just came - said Allen, opening the door and met eyes Yegor mixed: it was not what she expected to see: call, call, explanation, and all - associated with it, no, in his view it was not, and was it something... doomed? Egor, without saying another word, he lowered his head and walked into the New Delhi escorts room, and Alain and remained standing at the threshold of his own. She did not know what to think, and it was a shame that Yegor matter how tricked her expectations and anxiety of this new view of him, feeling that his worldly trouble.

Alain quietly went into the room, sat on the couch: what do you do it? She tried to read - could not understand a single line. Turn on the receiver - someone else's speech caused a strange dislike to her before. She sat in the dark and waited. Why? She did not know, but waited. And suddenly the room went quiet music, wondrous music of her New Delhi escorts dream... Yegor played the piano. Played softly, barely touching the keys. Alain did not know what is Egor. Only a few works, popular, often heard on the radio, such as the first concert of Tchaikovsky, she learned from the first chords, and for her all the music as it splits into two layers: one - a huge weight was pressing to the ground, the other - caught up as feather, and carried into the unknown distance.

Alain stood at the window. Somewhere, behind the houses - New Delhi escorts Cupid. Thick ice bound river arbitrary and does not believe that deep beneath the ice - life. But the more cold water compresses, the brighter the spring tide...