Chapter 1
- Good evening, I lost my child.
I need to say that I have never loved anyone and I even don't know how it feels when you love. I'm not actually sure that I love my parents and that they love me. But I know for sure that if I fall in love (despite my moral principles forbid me do it) I won't achieve any reciprocal feelings.
The room was full of smell of sweat and smoke. The air was heavy and stuffy (if it actually existed). Dim light of an old lamp which have been bangling in the center of the ceiling since 1950-s didn't want to spread farther than dad's booth and it wasn't possible at all to discern a girl - the first visitor for a half of day.
Dad browsed some papers in his notebook, took something looked like an application and a pencil, nodded his head and got ready for writing.
- Any special signs? - asked he twirling the pencil in his hand.
- Very blue eyes.
Dad waited for a while, then put down the pencil and grined.
- This won't work. What does it mean, "very blue"? There are thousands of blueyed people in our town and...
- His eyes are very blue!
- It doesn't matter. We don't look into eyes of every homeless kid we find, I need more evident signs.
- He hasn't got any signs, he's just a child. Only eyes. Very blue eyes.
The girl was looking at the policemen with hope and anxiety. I finally was able to see the girl: she was in a black coat and she tinkered its buttons every couple of seconds, had black hessian boots and a warm beige dress. She was fair and blond, and her make-up was as bright as... you know, I have nothing to compare with it.
The dim lamp lit up girl's face. I saw the wrinkles which were diligently hidden by the girl with tonnes of cosmetics on brows and cheeks; I only couldn't understand how old was she: in the light of the lamp she seemed either as a middle-aged or as an adolescent.
Dad clasped his hands, lowered his head, exhailed noisily and raised his head again.
- OK, - he grined again and put glasses on his nose - Let's try again.
- Gladly, - girl readily noded her head, then took the chair standing next to mine and put it near the dad's desk.
- Which evident signs has your...
- He hasn't got any evident signs, he hasn't got any signs at all!!! - girl jenked and whooped:
- I've already told you about his only sign.
Girl started to weep.
Dad exhailed again and looked at me imploringly.
I reluctantly stood up, approached to the cooler, filled a glass with water and just put it in front of the girl as harshly that the water splashed out on the table.
The girl took a little drink and pushed the glass back agressively.
- Just believe me, if you somehow see him, you'll grasp at once that it's exactly he, - the girl was motioned and sobbed - Nobody else's got such blue eyes.
I somehow started to regret her.
Dad wrote something in his application.
- Ok, forget about it, - he said, - Is he a boy?
The girl suddenly headed up and looked at the policemen amazedly.
- A boy?
- Which sex have your child got? - dad was talking really crossly.
The girl took thought.
- Oh my, what are you thinking about? - dad shouted - My workday finishes in fifteen minutes and you're still...
- I just don't remember - the girl uttered slowly.
Dad was gazed into her eyes without any motion.
- What do you mean? - the policeman grinned nervously, - Do you really mean that... you don't remember if your child is a boy or a girl?
- Is it surprising? Does anybody really care?
Dad visibly had no idea what to answer so he just continued the "interrogation".
- O'kay, what's his name?
- Jane, if I'm not mistaken...
- If you aren't what?! - dad already started to shout, - Are you joking? Don't you remember the name of your child?!
- Well, that also doesn't matter, - the girl smiled genially. I found myself thinking that I hadn't ever seen such a smile before and since that moment.
The policeman closed his eyes by his hands.
Then he put his hands on the table and massaged his brow. Stood up and took a drink. Grumbled something to his walkie-talkie.
The girl was waiting patiently. She stood up and put the chair back and started to walk in the room looking at the policeman.
- You'd better visit a mental house, - he said at last, - The chances are they'll help you more.
The girl grined bitterly, turned round and went to the door. I guess she wanted to open it but she turned back again and looked at me and then - at my father.
- You forgot about the main again, - she said and went out from the office.
Dad grumbled something inarticulate to his walkie-talkie and then waved me. I wore my coat and went out of the room. Dad switched off the lights and locked up the dusty plastic door.
I didn't want either to eat or to sleep or to do something else what I usually want to do after the day in dad's office when we came back home. I just went to my bedroom. I felt something that I have never felt before. I saw the face of that girl every time I tried to look to the window.
I took a plaid and sat onto my bed. I suddenly felt very much upset, I have never had such feelings.
Someone opened me a door to a both wonderful and strange world fool of love, but I won't ever get there again at least because scientist haven't invented teleportation between two universes yet.
I closed my eyes and the tears of rain dropped at the window illusion.
I need to say that I have never loved anyone and I even don't know how it feels when you love. I'm not actually sure that I love my parents and that they love me. But I know for sure that if I fall in love (despite my moral principles forbid me do it) I won't achieve any reciprocal feelings.
The room was full of smell of sweat and smoke. The air was heavy and stuffy (if it actually existed). Dim light of an old lamp which have been bangling in the center of the ceiling since 1950-s didn't want to spread farther than dad's booth and it wasn't possible at all to discern a girl - the first visitor for a half of day.
Dad browsed some papers in his notebook, took something looked like an application and a pencil, nodded his head and got ready for writing.
- Any special signs? - asked he twirling the pencil in his hand.
- Very blue eyes.
Dad waited for a while, then put down the pencil and grined.
- This won't work. What does it mean, "very blue"? There are thousands of blueyed people in our town and...
- His eyes are very blue!
- It doesn't matter. We don't look into eyes of every homeless kid we find, I need more evident signs.
- He hasn't got any signs, he's just a child. Only eyes. Very blue eyes.
The girl was looking at the policemen with hope and anxiety. I finally was able to see the girl: she was in a black coat and she tinkered its buttons every couple of seconds, had black hessian boots and a warm beige dress. She was fair and blond, and her make-up was as bright as... you know, I have nothing to compare with it.
The dim lamp lit up girl's face. I saw the wrinkles which were diligently hidden by the girl with tonnes of cosmetics on brows and cheeks; I only couldn't understand how old was she: in the light of the lamp she seemed either as a middle-aged or as an adolescent.
Dad clasped his hands, lowered his head, exhailed noisily and raised his head again.
- OK, - he grined again and put glasses on his nose - Let's try again.
- Gladly, - girl readily noded her head, then took the chair standing next to mine and put it near the dad's desk.
- Which evident signs has your...
- He hasn't got any evident signs, he hasn't got any signs at all!!! - girl jenked and whooped:
- I've already told you about his only sign.
Girl started to weep.
Dad exhailed again and looked at me imploringly.
I reluctantly stood up, approached to the cooler, filled a glass with water and just put it in front of the girl as harshly that the water splashed out on the table.
The girl took a little drink and pushed the glass back agressively.
- Just believe me, if you somehow see him, you'll grasp at once that it's exactly he, - the girl was motioned and sobbed - Nobody else's got such blue eyes.
I somehow started to regret her.
Dad wrote something in his application.
- Ok, forget about it, - he said, - Is he a boy?
The girl suddenly headed up and looked at the policemen amazedly.
- A boy?
- Which sex have your child got? - dad was talking really crossly.
The girl took thought.
- Oh my, what are you thinking about? - dad shouted - My workday finishes in fifteen minutes and you're still...
- I just don't remember - the girl uttered slowly.
Dad was gazed into her eyes without any motion.
- What do you mean? - the policeman grinned nervously, - Do you really mean that... you don't remember if your child is a boy or a girl?
- Is it surprising? Does anybody really care?
Dad visibly had no idea what to answer so he just continued the "interrogation".
- O'kay, what's his name?
- Jane, if I'm not mistaken...
- If you aren't what?! - dad already started to shout, - Are you joking? Don't you remember the name of your child?!
- Well, that also doesn't matter, - the girl smiled genially. I found myself thinking that I hadn't ever seen such a smile before and since that moment.
The policeman closed his eyes by his hands.
Then he put his hands on the table and massaged his brow. Stood up and took a drink. Grumbled something to his walkie-talkie.
The girl was waiting patiently. She stood up and put the chair back and started to walk in the room looking at the policeman.
- You'd better visit a mental house, - he said at last, - The chances are they'll help you more.
The girl grined bitterly, turned round and went to the door. I guess she wanted to open it but she turned back again and looked at me and then - at my father.
- You forgot about the main again, - she said and went out from the office.
Dad grumbled something inarticulate to his walkie-talkie and then waved me. I wore my coat and went out of the room. Dad switched off the lights and locked up the dusty plastic door.
I didn't want either to eat or to sleep or to do something else what I usually want to do after the day in dad's office when we came back home. I just went to my bedroom. I felt something that I have never felt before. I saw the face of that girl every time I tried to look to the window.
I took a plaid and sat onto my bed. I suddenly felt very much upset, I have never had such feelings.
Someone opened me a door to a both wonderful and strange world fool of love, but I won't ever get there again at least because scientist haven't invented teleportation between two universes yet.
I closed my eyes and the tears of rain dropped at the window illusion.
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