Lita - dance of sadness.

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.dance of sadness


    pleasant music sounds in my ears, I'm in some kind of
prostration, body sluggish.
    I dance, I fly, my hands rise to the sky by themselves,
music envelops me with a stream of warm sound...
    There are a lot of young people around me, they are all dancing, I guess
I'm at some disco, but I can't remember how I
got here.
    someone touched my hair. this is a young girl's face
barely distinguishable through flashes of light and music and fog.
    she is silent, and I see only her lively eyes, they look at
me, point blank.
    a minute later we are already intertwined with her in a slow dance.
    I'm stunned, but calm.  incomprehensible calm, she is not
gives me no sense of apprehension or fear like others
women. I feel comfortable with her.
    the brain feels relaxed, completely disorganized.
    I can just relax.
    It seems to me that we have been dancing for an eternity, but I don't
I was tired, but on the contrary, I was replenished with some kind of energy. energy
still unclear to me.
    the music stops abruptly, the lights turn on and I see the hall
some people burst in, they are all dressed in the same
dark green form. I looked closer and saw that on the shoulder of one
one of them has a military badge and they have a weapon in their hands.
    I remembered my companion and began to look for her with my eyes.
    found it.
    onmy soul felt a little better, only now I had
opportunity to look at her face and clothes, I looked into her
bottomless eyes and saw that she was looking at me,
is considering.
    there was worry in her eyes.
    Something stabbed in my heart.
    I realized that I could not see her anxious gaze.
    she stood in fear and looked first at me, then at the military.
    one of the soldiers went out to the middle of the platform and loudly, sharply
shouted: “Which one of you is Lina?” .
    there was no answer, then he fired from his machine gun
into the ceiling.
    all the people became even more frightened.
    “I repeat for the last time, which of you is called Lina?”, with an obvious
This guy said with displeasure.
    My friend took a step forward.
    “It’s me,” she said.
    I heard this voice, the voice that I had dreamed of all my life.
    forgetting about the military, about the excited crowd and about everyone else,
I took a step towards her...
    loud bang. all the thoughts in my head were mixed up. pain. I'm not
I can breathe. what's wrong with me?

<...>

    waking up and trying to get up, apparently from bed,
I fell back onto the soft pillow.
    my eyes darkened.
    'lie down, lie down, it's too early for you to get up!'
    Hearing this, I blacked out again.

<...>

    opening my eyes I saw a white ceiling, I felt myself
I felt a bandage on my chest.  looking around I realized that I was inhospital. "What happened to me? Where am I?"
    "Where's my line?" - I shouted, she ran into the room, a girl
my dreams.
    I was just happy...