Сегодня у мея было очень депресивное настроение так что я села и написала этот разказкик. На англииском. 
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She used to dream.

  She used to dream. She used to dream of love and a beautiful life beside him, the man she loved. But she doesn’t dream anymore. He’s gone.  He left to fight the war.
  Now she is lonely and sad. Her life goes by beside her, without her. Sometimes she wishes she were dead. Sometimes she thinks it would be easier to just end it, but a hope that one day he will, maybe, come back, always stops her.
  Now she was sitting on the windowsill, remembering. She is used to this, she spends most of her day remembering, remembering the days when they were together and happy, remembering the day they said goodbye.
  He was cheerful, he approached her smiling. She loved his cute untidy hair and his open-beautiful smile. She smiled back at him. He gave her a quick kiss and kneeled in front of her. Her eyes went wide and her heart started pumping wildly in anticipation of what would happen next. Then he said: “I love you. I think I loved you even before I met you. I dream about you every night, and I think about you every second of my life. You are the One. Will you marry me?” And he smiled again. Happy tears ran down her face. “Yes” she whispered. The look on his face was of pure happiness. He took out a ring, a beautiful silver ring with an elegant emerald stone. He slid it on her finger, and then his face changed. The sadness on his face was reflected on hers. Immediately she understood. She wrapped her arms around him and brought her lips against his. Then she looked straight into her deep green eyes and said “I know you have to go. I love you. I will be waiting for you even if it takes forever.”
  A single tear ran down her cheek. She looked down at her engagement ring, and closed her eyes. She can’t, she can’t wait forever. She isn’t strong enough. With one fast movement she wiped the tears running down her cheek. She stood up and left this torture room, throwing one last glance out the window before going out the door.

Finally he was home. The war was over, he won. His clothes were hanging in clumps and his whole body was covered in dirt and dust. But he was home. Finally, after all the waiting, after the struggle for his life he would see his beloved.
The street was quiet. As he was entering the apartment a smile appeared on his face, he imagined seeing her. Sleepy, messy the she always is when waking up in the middle of the night. The room was quiet. He could feel his own heart beating and hear the old wooden clock in their kitchen ticking.
Suddenly his heart was hit by a rush of cold air. He had a bad feeling. He hurried to their empty bedroom, but didn’t stop there to think, he burst into the bathroom.
  He saw her.
  She was lying on the floor, a puddle of blood around her lifeless body. Two long scars were decorating her bare hands. A single scream escaped his lips. He kneeled beside her and kissed her hand, his tears mixing with her blood. Then he noticed a lonely white piece of paper lying beside her. Near it lay the emerald ring he gave her. The note said “I couldn’t wait forever. Sorry.” He wiped his tears and sat on the floor beside her. He put her head on his knees and started humming his lullaby.
  He lost the war.

Отредактировано Me and myself (2008-10-18 13:40:34)