Time passed surprisingly slowly. Nitram, taught by bitter experience, came too early, and now stood chilled and displeased, shivering under the gusts of the icy wind, seeing off the next bus with a frown. And became more and more gloomy.
When she suddenly fluttered out, all blue - in a blue jacket, blue trousers, with a blue bow in her hair, with shining blue eyes, and looked around, not knowing what to do - he stepped forward, and his lips smiled by themselves, although he was angry with her.
- You're late! Have you checked me today, huh?
- I'm sorry, I just didn't know how long it would take to get here, but aunt Lida said: twenty minutes. That's how I got out, - she chirped happily, and her bow bouncing at every step.
He could not resist - touched it with his hand, then took her hand - the palm was warm, soft. She really seemed to him a beautiful doll from childhood, from a shop window - with a bow, curls and long earrings in her ears.
“We’ll go for a walk,” he said, and Martha laughed merrily. He laughed with her, not knowing what they were laughing at.
- It's so cold today!
“You said: I want to go for a walk,” he said reproachfully.
- Yes, and I want to, just not to turn into an icicle.
- Into an icicle, - he repeated, - diligently pronouncing the letters of the unfamiliar word. - What is this "icicle"?
- Like you! - She laughed carelessly again, fingering his frozen hands. Nitram already remembered what this "icicle" is - and he was also amused.
- If you are frozen, let's run - who is faster.
- Let's do! - She willingly agreed and began to quickly empty her pockets. - Just put it to yourself - you have a lightning, otherwise I will lose, here are the keys and...
He stopped, squeezing her hands tightly, and asked in surprise:
- Did you really want to run?
They climbed the stairs and went to Lesya Ukrainka Boulevard, to the trolleybus stop.
- Where are we going?
- For a walk, you said: "want to walk."
- On a trolleybus?!
- Can't you walk on the trolleybus? - Nitram asked, as if teasing. After the story with running, Martha no longer knew whether he was joking or serious, and turned away.
Nitram touched his forefinger to her chin, turned her face towards him and explained with a smile:
- We are going to visit one friend... who lives in the hostel of the Institute of Culture. Do you know where it is?.. I need to take something if... he brought it. Well, let's see...
It was warm in the dorm lobby, but there was a watchful attendant.
- Do you have any document?
- Well, just a work-pass.
- Ok, give it to me.
Compared to what Martha had seen, the dormitory of the Institute of Culture was new and clean. Before entering the elevator, in a small corner where they were alone, Nitram suddenly pressed Martha to himself, kissing her lips. His eyes rolled back.
A shiver ran through her body. For the first time, the taste of his lips seemed familiar, and she dug into his lips with such force that Nitram screamed - and immediately laughed.
“All against, all against, ere,” he whispered. - When we are in room: I don’t want, I don’t want! Now... - he did not finish - they were kissing again.
"Wanderer"