Girl Olya

The clouds were sailing over the city, and the air was light and fresh. The wind was walking along the worn streets and rattling fragments of colorful advertisements. A little girl was standing at a crossroads and was silently staring into the distance. Gray gloomy people were walking alongside and noisy clumsy cars were rushing by. The world was seeming to her huge and incomprehensible, far and too much hurried. One of the passers-by asked: "Why are you standing here?"

"Do you are looking just for me?"

"Maybe for you"

"Scarcely. It is difficult to look for something without knowing, what are you looking for. You see me for the first time."

"And I'm not looking for anyone, and no one is looking for me, I'm just alone ... many years alone."

"How is it alone? Absolutely alone?"

"Yes, such the way, that I'm even ashamed to say, alone, alas."

"Not alone, I'm standing with you"

"Now yes, but you will leave, and again I will be alone"

"Come here tomorrow at 5, again you will not be alone, I will come too."

"And will not it be lazy for you to come here?"

"Not lazy, I'm also alone, in the class I have no friends, and at home too - my parents are at work, and they not allow me to have a cat, that's how I am living – alone."

"Since now no."

The girl smiled and looked at the passer-by: "My name is Olya, now I need to hurry to a section of drawing, and tomorrow I will wait for you here again ... if you will come."

"Will come."

He for a long time was looking at her melting silhouette and was keeping silent. Suddenly, the wind tore off his cap and dragged it along the ground. It was seeming, he was completely indifferent to that. "Alone ..." - he was muttering something and moving his hands, then he wanted to fix the cap, and, having seen, that it was lying on the road, quickly got out of the stupor and rushed to catch it up.

A day later they again were standing at that crossroad and were nicely chatting, meeting their eyes and timidly smiling. The life of each of them suddenly acquired a certain meaning, received a kind of justification and logicality.

Six months they were meeting at the same place and were telling about themselves and about news, that had happened. Half a year from all destinies of the city, only two were having one goal and one sense ... And then she moved away, or rather, she was moved - they put her in a car and even did not say, in which city she would ride. And he was standing and waiting a long time. He was looking the same way into the distance and it was seeming to him, that it's he was lost. Only no one will come and speak. Lonely people sometimes meet, sometimes meet married ones and hide from others their relationships, and sometimes people part ... "And she will, probably, stop loving crossroads, or maybe will draw me, and this portrait will be printed in the newspaper, and I'll find out myself and will find her, or maybe will simply forget ..."

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"Why are you so sad for already the last two weeks? Well, let's we still will buy you a cat, so be it."

"A cat ... no ... I need not ..."