5. Brother 12

This time, going on a date, Nitram promised himself that he would not allow her to fool herself anymore, and would achieve her by all means.

But both these goals remained unfulfilled. Last time it seemed to him that in front of him was an experienced and cunning coquette who wanted to better lure him into her nets ...

He silently watched for a long time as she tried to put herself in order. Her hands were trembling, an aloof expression was frozen on her face. She no longer resisted when he tried to help her dress; she didn't say anything. The girl looked like a beautiful doll in which some important mechanism was broken. Two bright scarlet spots on the pale face complemented the resemblance.

He didn't understand anything! All his previous experience had been found to be useless; following the advice gleaned from the relevant literature has not yielded results ... Quite the opposite. He could not so quickly realize the change: in front of him was not a calculating seductress, but a frightened girl with huge offended eyes.

His impatience was replaced by some new feeling, incomprehensible to himself: a couple of minutes ago it seemed to him that he could not stand the stress, he was ready to simply use force, and now he suddenly felt that he was ready to wait, yes, wait, just not there was this aloof silence, extinguished gaze and resentment in blue - how interesting: blue! - eyes. These were previously unknown, subtle sensations, which he could not figure out yet. It was strange: next to her, he learned something new about himself, discovered such features that he did not even know existed.

Silent and disheveled they came out into the street. And again, like the last time, something happened with time: it seemed to him that they spent fifteen to twenty minutes in the room, and the arrows ran away several hours ahead. But now he was really unhappy.

- Martha, why is that?

- What do you want from me?! Don't you understand: we just met, we don't know anything about each other ... I'm trying to treat you as a human, and you ...

- I am a human, - metal sounded in his voice, and Martha suddenly remembered: “Is it because I’m black?” She didn’t even think that he could understand her like that.

- No, Nutam!! I wanted to say that I do not just perceive you, well ... as a man, but I am interested to know what kind of person you are, what you think, what you are interested in, what you feel.

- Ah! ... Don't you know?

She ignored his remark.

- At home I had one familiar guy. We studied together, went to the sports section, went to competitions, helped each other, talked ... Then ...

- Do you love him? Therefore?

- No, not at all! I don't love him! I don’t know how to explain to you ... You don’t understand.

- Martha, we are young! We are young! Why does one need this all being alone? ... I didn’t even think it would be like this, but it’s better to take it, ”- he took out a small rustling bag from his side pocket, showed it to her and hid it again, and although she didn’t have time to see it, she understood what it was. ... - Maybe you're afraid?.. Me too. How do I know who you were with?

- With no one, - she replied, stunned by his belated frankness. If he had shown her this bag earlier, before they entered the dorm, she would have no doubt about his intentions. And there wouldn't be this nightmare!

Oh, how stupid she seemed to herself with her credulity! And his reasoning was so primitive. “Not only we are young. Why did you decide that I should start with you?!" - She wanted to shout, but reminded silent. They absolutely did not understand each other and absolutely did not fit each other. That's all.

- Tell me…

- What? - Suddenly her voice sounded condescending, and irony appeared in her eyes.

- When will we meet again?

- We won't meet again.

- Martha, is this a joke? - He asked in a changed voice. - If this is a joke, then I understand.

- No, not a joke.

- Yeah? Enough for you? Then you are very weak!

- Nut ...

- Only met twice! You like nothing! You are against of everything! .. I feel you so much, Martochka! Why can't you feel me? ("What does he mean?") We suit to each other! Yes, we suit to each other! What have I done wrong, tell me?

- Nutam, I just don’t want to. I don't ...

- What is this “I don’t want”!? Forget this word! .. Do you know Lomonosova street?

- No, where is it?

- Ok ... Let’s do in other way: the bus station, the last stop of the seventeenth bus... I'm waiting for you there Sunday at three o’clock. We will take a little walk, watch a video. Three o’clock, okay? .. Martha!.. Will you come? .. Listen!

She realized that he would persuade over and over again.

- Okay.

- Sunday, three o'clock ... Bye! Chao! - And he immediately ran to his bus, without adding a word or even looking at her. Martha was taken aback by such a strange, quick goodbye, which looked more like running away.

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