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BUZZING BAJ, MAY … Part The first 1. Ira P. 2	PART THE FIRST 1. Ira The first female name in my destiny — Ira. It was in Siberia, in district near Abakan. Certainly, school; certainly, still the initial. And in general — the first class. And, all has been turned upside down: not I have fallen in love, and — in me. I will not repeat: this case — more comical, than lyrical — I have described in the story «to Execute it is impossible to pardon». And the scene is given through perception not the hero, mine in this case alter an ego, and — the small heroine Julia as which prototype my schoolmate Irochka has served in that episode and. … the Most initial splinter in its shower remained after a lovely children's impulse to which it has given in in infantile years. To whom to tell — will laugh loudly, and for it, the little girl-first-grader there was a present tragedy. This boy with linen ringlets and cornflower-blue shining eyes has amazed at once JUlju as soon as she has seen it for the first time on a holiday «Hi, school!». And when they have got to one class, moreover them have planted for one school desk, JUlja has definitively fallen in love. She did not know, that in such cases it is accepted to do, long suffered, has then decided to be explained at least to begin with. And here on change when as it seemed JUle, all have escaped from a class, it has adhered the boy for a sleeve. — We will go, chyo I will tell... It has led the elect in the most distant corner, to a case with visual aids, and there, not looking to it in eyes and to tears having flashed, it has uttered. — I like you! And the thunder has burst. More correctly — laughter. Probably, for excitement JUlja has not noticed two boys on the first school desk at a window. Now they were filled in, catching at stomachs, showed on it fingers. JUlja has absolutely flashed and through the scattered tears has looked at the blue-eyed Romeo — protect! And that suddenly too has begun to roar, zatopal legs and has rushed on it with fists. — Lag behind, barrels! Lebjata, it — barrels!. JUlju this tragicomic case injured, has made closed, mistrustful to boys. When its many schoolmates have already started to be on friendly terms, even the most imperceptible, JUlja continued to exist in proud loneliness … («To Execute it is impossible to pardon») I will give out small creative secret. As the present prototype of the heroine to lead there was absolutely other and later my beloved — Marina (about it — in the place), absolutely with other appearance «» Irochki I have presented linen ringlets and cornflower-blue shining eyes to the hero-boy. Well and for dramatic nature strengthening has added in a scene of two schoolmates-mockers which in a real vital episode I do not remember. But here this burning shame and the confusion, poured me at the moment of the first recognition to me in love, was remembered brightly, vpechatalsja in memory. And that I so perepugalsja-was embarrassed? With Iroj we studied almost to a graduation class together. In the course of time it became absolutely the beauty, character at it was quite lovely, studied well … That, appear, and to me not to fall in love? I remember even, that in a class 4‑м Ira has once again repeated attempt of rapprochement with me: to it have bought a bicycle, and we have spent almost all the day together — whether I learnt it to go for a drive on velike, whether it me … Alas, for some reason even friendship-prijatelstva it has not turned out — and remained simply schoolmates. It is visible, that stress pervoklashki - "touchy persons" strong to me was remembered. Soon after school Ira the vein with it, on hearings, not so happily has married any sergeant-militiaman (wished to write "cop" but then words-concepts such were not). After many years, already almost forty-year, I have arrived after a long break to native village — to bury the mother. Next day after the funeral-commemoration, got tired and rumpled, in a grief armour, I went along the street, inertly gazing about. To me have called by name. I have stopped, has looked back — the woman in not combed whitish tows, with faded eyes on even more than at me the swelled up and rumpled person … — You do not learn? — It is bitter and it is quick-witted she has grinned. — I — Ira … Irina (she has named a surname) … My heart szhalos-skukozhilos, and in memory, as if vysverk — its then gentle devchonochy a voice: «I like you!» There is no to me a pardon, but I silently have given up as a bad job, have turned and have gone away. <<<(P. 1) (P. 3)>>>
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