Pearly woman. Prose in English. Natalia Patratskaya
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we are free girls! In our factory, only girls and women work. Men rarely look into our art studio only when the boxes are brought in for work. No, we are not married! – Alla put an end to the question and began to look sadly towards the sea.
– Alla, sorry, but what city are you from? Can I call it? – continued to knock questions Yura in the almost closed door.
– From the regular. There is such a town, – Alla answered, ready to turn around and go in the direction of a small but cozy house.
– Understood, speak and call your city you do not want. And Pasha and I came from the capital, we both work as programmers, – said Yura, – We are not married and have not been married. We studied, served in the army and worked.
– Yura, you said that you are from special forces. Now you are deceiving me, – Alla said with unconcealed insult in her voice.
– SWAT is a hobby, and so we work with computers.
– It is clear to you that everything is incomprehensible, but very entertaining. And this is not you accidentally bought in the city all the hotels?
Jura’s eyes radiated cold. Alla realized that she asked stupidity. They fell silent, as if they had run a hundred meters for speed and were tired, although they were sitting on a bench. It was a rare warm rain. Alla opened the umbrella. Yura moved to the girl and took her hand with an umbrella in his hand. They looked at each other. Hands got warm…
– Get up, Alla, the rain has passed. In the evening, come with your girlfriend to a boarding house on the dance floor. We have dancing today. We’ll be waiting for you!
“We will definitely come,” Alla agreed without much joy.
And they went in different directions.
Alla came home annoyed, she smiled tightly.
– Alla, what was? Where have you been for so long? Said Bella.
“Yura came to a date, he asked who we were and where we were from,” said Alla sadly.
“So I didn’t want to go,” Bella muttered.
“They are waiting for us in the evening at the dances in the boarding house,” Alla said thoughtfully and looked at herself in the small mirror on the white wall.
– It seems you knowingly went on a date and you agreed to something! Lunch is ready! Sit down Bella said cheerfully.
The girls sat at the table, ate and soon fell asleep. At four o’clock in the afternoon, they woke up and began to think about what they should go on their first date.
Rested eyes shone in anticipation of the meeting. Thick hair waves fell on his shoulders. Clothes for a date lay on the bed. The girls themselves shone from unconscious hope for the future.
Ivanovna looked into the room:
– Girls, and you prettier! Where are you going? And then you’re all at home sitting.
– To the disco! – shouted the girls, considering the clothes.
– Girls, I repeat, do not bring gentlemen here! I will not let them go!
– We know. We remember the prohibitions well, Bella said quietly.
Mistress retired. The girls sat in two chairs and decided to read a little, but the lines in front of her eyes did not move. They simultaneously put down the books and thought. Increased general tension.
“I’m scared,” Bella blurted out. – I feel uneasy. I shiver all.
– What are you afraid of? And you are trembling because you are frozen on the beach, “Alla commented, combing luxurious chestnut strands of hair.
“I’m scared because I don’t know these men,” Bella whined as she brushed her blond hair.
– Always everyone does not know someone, and then they get to know each other. At the dances, by the way, other people will, “Alla instructively said, putting her foot in a chair, examining it for the presence of vegetation, and, not finding anything extra on her feet, put her foot on the floor.
– If only so. I’m scared anyway. I still had no one, and they are such mature men! You see, Alla, they are men, not classmates! They are not boys! – objected to Bell of the last forces against the date, which was approaching with incredible speed.
– Your name is not in bed, but to dance! What are you scared of? – Alla said with a touch of irritation, putting a light dress in front of the mirror.
“Oh, your mother asked us not to get in touch with anyone, to beware of anything incomprehensible in relations between men and women,” Bella recalled her last argument.
– And you do not mess up going, and dance. A coward, that’s who you are! – Alla shook her hair, circling in a dress in one place.
The girls took books in their hands, put their noses in them, since there was no TV in the white house. On the clock, time was slowly moving. In summer, dances don’t start early.
A warm evening floated with a slight coolness. Yura and Pasha were sitting on the railing of a wooden veranda.
– Girls, where have you been? We are waiting for you, waiting! Everything is here, but you are not! – spoke Yura, running a five in his hair.
“We waited for your dinner to end,” Alla replied and approached Yura.
Bella went to Pasha. Yura noticeably cheered up:
– Oh, we already broke in pairs! We don’t need dancing either?! We won’t be bored anyway. Or see how they dance here?
Everyone laughed in response.
On the veranda, the first dance chords sounded invitingly. The people along the paths and paths began to flock to the veranda to the sounds of music. The audience was of all ages: from five to eighty.
– Wow contingent! – exclaimed Pasha. – What should we do here?
– Budding, – answered Yura. – You did not know that there is a disco out of age? Here who knows how to walk, he comes.
“But not to that extent!” No, this disco is not for me, – muttered Pasha, slightly contemptuously looking at the public.
– Normal degree of contingent. We just need a little walk. Old people and small children will soon go to sleep, then we will return here to dance, “wisely judged Yura, without emotion, looking at the crowd that wanted to dance.
Young people with girls left the veranda.
– Guys, where are we going? Asked Bella. – In an hour it will be dark.
“To the tower,” Pasha responded, “we will walk to the lighthouse.”
– Pasha, are you going to the tower? – Yura was surprised. – You – and the lighthouse!
– With Bella, I can go to the tower. I think you and Alla will go.
– Will they let us in there? – Asked prudent Alla. – Suddenly we will not be allowed on the tower? It should be closed to us.
“If they pay, they will let them go,” answered Yura. – I heard from tourists that the tower is accessible to tourists, but at a rate.
Having broken into pairs, the four went to the tower of the lighthouse on the other side of the village. The superintendent, after meeting with Pasha’s hand, missed everyone on the tower and told them not to stick out. The guys went up to the balcony. Bella began to look toward the estuary.
The sea is stormy. White yacht rocked on the waves. On the yacht, two men stood in the rack of wrestlers. Sail flipped them on the torso, but they did not respond to his blows. One man did a foot kick. The second man fell and caught the