..Neighbors are fighting again…Here, in my heart, it’s mega-lousy, the day is simply catastrophic. She just lay down to forget herself a little – screams, mats, roar … They had almost no furniture left from these showdowns. But every time something falls… Here, again. Maybe another hope … I once asked her, a neighbor, a woman of indeterminate age and with an extinct look, “Why do you still live with him?” I love, he says. There is where to go – parents, sister … But … I love. He never loved, I knew it. I thought time would pass and things would change. I work two jobs, he is sick, already retired. I want to earn money for repairs, everything is broken, stripped. “When he doesn’t drink, we go out to the river together,” smiles ..
Now I hear her crying… I’m crying too… I held on all day, and burst into tears with her. She’s in her apartment, I’m in mine. In her youth, she was very beautiful, and even now, if it were not for this extinct look and immense wrinkles under her eyes from tears, her beauty would not go away. The photo is always funny. “He drank even in his youth. He walked and drank. I knew what I was going for, now I won’t quit either. I won’t be able to myself … You are young, you won’t understand.”
“Yes, I don’t understand,” I grimaced. Why torment yourself like that, ruin your life, donate it is not clear for what. Love? … Is it really …
… Well, everything is quiet. They stand on the balcony, he smokes, she is just there. I can’t breathe from his cigarette smoke. She simply has nothing to breathe … A little later they will go to the river. I already know this scenario. Year after year…
“Yes, I don’t understand,” I grimaced …
Let her not know how I understand her …