Trains often pass by our house – railway tracks are not far away. I like to listen from afar to the melodious chime of wheels, a long horn. A moment later – and there are no more cars, no one's hand that waved cheerfully from the window. At such moments, something aching wakes up in the soul, shrouded in a slight sadness. It was as if not a train had rushed by, but a part of life had disappeared around the bend. And there is no turning her back, no stopping her.
Under the sound of wheels, I remember the story of an elderly man. When I went to work, I often met him with a little girl – we walked along the railway track. Somehow I couldn't resist smiling at them.
– What, are you seeing off the trains? – I asked.
"Yeah," the man smiled at me. – And we meet and see you off.
He paused and added:
– That's how my fate disappeared around the corner. Or maybe, on the contrary, it appeared. Because that's what a beautiful granddaughter I have," he gently pressed the girl to him
Since then, I have greeted them as if they were old acquaintances. And then I heard from Vladimir Petrovich (that was the man's name) a story about his life, about the twists of his fate.
Volodya had been friends with Svetlana since high school. She is the only daughter of wealthy parents. He lived only with his mother. He knows his father only from photographs – he died when Volodya was not even a year old. Svetlana is the first fashionista in the class. For as long as he can remember, he wore his father's things sewn-sewn by his mother.
They both graduated from school with excellent grades. We dreamed of one university – a medical one. Svetlana will treat children, he will become a surgeon.
That's the graduation party. Everyone is so festive, beautiful. Especially his Svetlana: in a gorgeous dress, fashionable shoes. Now he will tell her how much he loves her, and that in a few years they will definitely get married. She was walking towards him through the school yard. One step, one more.
- Light…
– You... You're even wearing an old suit now. Today, on the day of our holiday.
He felt himself blushing. Suddenly, the parent's jacket, sewn by my mother for the graduation party, became heavy. Even yesterday, my mother was happy: how grown-up, courageous her son has become. What a handsome man, the spitting image of his father. And he, Volodya, looked at himself in the mirror and hoped to hear similar words from Svetlana today. And here... He turned abruptly. He walked quickly, running away from Svetlana, from the curious glances of classmates, from the old teacher, who probably understood everything.
At home, he took off his jacket, carefully hung it on a chair.
– What about the certificate, son? Like a gold medal? – mom tried to calm him down. – You were alone with Svetlana to follow them on stage. Homemade porn https://www.amateurest.com/ USA.
Under the sound of wheels, I remember the story of an elderly man. When I went to work, I often met him with a little girl – we walked along the railway track. Somehow I couldn't resist smiling at them.
– What, are you seeing off the trains? – I asked.
"Yeah," the man smiled at me. – And we meet and see you off.
He paused and added:
– That's how my fate disappeared around the corner. Or maybe, on the contrary, it appeared. Because that's what a beautiful granddaughter I have," he gently pressed the girl to him
Since then, I have greeted them as if they were old acquaintances. And then I heard from Vladimir Petrovich (that was the man's name) a story about his life, about the twists of his fate.
Volodya had been friends with Svetlana since high school. She is the only daughter of wealthy parents. He lived only with his mother. He knows his father only from photographs – he died when Volodya was not even a year old. Svetlana is the first fashionista in the class. For as long as he can remember, he wore his father's things sewn-sewn by his mother.
They both graduated from school with excellent grades. We dreamed of one university – a medical one. Svetlana will treat children, he will become a surgeon.
That's the graduation party. Everyone is so festive, beautiful. Especially his Svetlana: in a gorgeous dress, fashionable shoes. Now he will tell her how much he loves her, and that in a few years they will definitely get married. She was walking towards him through the school yard. One step, one more.
- Light…
– You... You're even wearing an old suit now. Today, on the day of our holiday.
He felt himself blushing. Suddenly, the parent's jacket, sewn by my mother for the graduation party, became heavy. Even yesterday, my mother was happy: how grown-up, courageous her son has become. What a handsome man, the spitting image of his father. And he, Volodya, looked at himself in the mirror and hoped to hear similar words from Svetlana today. And here... He turned abruptly. He walked quickly, running away from Svetlana, from the curious glances of classmates, from the old teacher, who probably understood everything.
At home, he took off his jacket, carefully hung it on a chair.
– What about the certificate, son? Like a gold medal? – mom tried to calm him down. – You were alone with Svetlana to follow them on stage. Homemade porn https://www.amateurest.com/ USA.