Rain. Story

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

It's raining. It never stops at all. And you are passing your time so miserably.

Mother and father. They have an old umbrella for two, the wind bends the knitting needles and tears it out of their hands. Pressing against each other, they hold him. And yet, they are not as bad as you. You have nothing over your head at all.

- Daughter, at least get up under a tree, or something, you are completely exhausted, - says my mother.

You become under a tree. Yes, a little easier. It drips from the leaves, but not so much. You are standing.

- You at least come to a man. Look at that one. He has a big umbrella and he is alone. He, like you, is lonely.

You are looking towards that man. Indeed, a good umbrella, it is clear that it is strong, not old, the face is really covered. You think that yes, it’s probably very nice to be next to him, he will take his hand, bring it to his lips …

There is so much desire and hope in your eyes that mom starts to act! She, without letting go of either the umbrella or the dad, grabs you by the elbow, pulls towards the man, saying: “You tell him right away that I want to get to know you. I want to. I'm good, tell me, very good. Look, if he begins to deceive, then immediately say that it is impossible, it is not humanly to deceive. And do not trust him outright, but watch carefully what he will do. Take the bangs off your face. Woe you are mine. You can go now. And tell him everything as I said"

Mom pushes you. You run a little more by inertia and stop right in front of him.

He is tall and handsome. You see now his face - someone else's, cold, he does not pay attention to you at all. You say quietly: "Hello" and become silent. What to do, God knows him. Mom's advice has disappeared, you are ashamed to stand there and you want to fix everything. A beautiful woman runs up to the man. They kiss and walk away.

You feel relieved and hurt. He's not yours. But this is even good. Your heart, not having time to warm up, burned with cold water. But all the same it wouldn’t have worked. And you cry.

Damn rain. It seems endless!

Are you coming back. Mom looks reproachfully. You couldn't keep him. We are doing our best for you. Why didn't you say as I told you? Are you really a fool with us?

- Mom, you don't understand! It's all wrong! Not that! Understand?

- You are only smart with your mother. And what, did you swallow your tongue? - mom is crying.

And dad:

- You mother, listen, she's talking. We will not advise you bad. We are all the best for you.

And you cry. If you don't cry, you cry.

Parents are sorry. You go to them under an umbrella and now you are all together. A little warmer. But the umbrella is small, it breaks from the wind, there is no place for you under it. You again become under the tree. You smile at them from there. They are so old, they look so tenderly. Where can I get a new umbrella to give them?

Mom's face becomes stern again:

- Go, daughter, do not sit still. A rolling stone gathers no moss. What are you slouched over? Well, straighten your hair, but smile. Who needs you tear-stained? Straighten up and forward. Look for your umbrella. How long will my father and I take care of you?

You awkwardly straighten your hair, straighten your shoulders …

- But why are you such a clumsy? Straighten up normally and smile. Well?

The smile doesn't work. My head is spinning that no one needs you except your parents. As through the fog mother's words are heard.

- Do as I tell you - and you will see. Be more courageous and more confident in yourself. What kind of punishment is this with you? You are not listening to me again, am I talking to the wall?

But now you remember your childish face. It is in all the photographs - sunny laughing. Then the rain was a joy. Then any puddles were happiness. Then it was easy and the legs ran by themselves. And I didn't give a damn that my mother was cursing. Friends, teachers, hobbies, business-business-business, everything was important, necessary, interesting, and you were, was, was!

How was it? And now, where am I?

It is necessary to people. I need to go where there are people. Your thought is beating with a pulse. Where, for what, why? - unclear.

Who knows where to go. It is not known why. But just go.

"Mom, stop!" - it's you screaming. And everything falls silent.

Mom looks hostile. You yell at your mother again. But there is something in your scream. Your face has lost its fear and weakness. Mom is frightened by this and is silent.

You leave your place under the tree. The rain hits the eyes, cheeks, shoulders. Unbearable. Confused parents huddled under their umbrella. The mother looks to the side, hides her eyes. And in the father's gaze - joy. That's what his daughter is! Here is my beauty. “Happy to you,” his eyes say. Go boldly, daughter. You know everything yourself. And we're here, okay. And this tree is always yours.

And you run with tears somewhere.

People. You dodge each other. And you run.

You run up to catch your breath to the company. They are discussing something. And you just stand and breathe nearby. Someone suggested an umbrella. "No, what are you, everything is all right, thanks!" - "Well, as you wish."

I rested. And you don't run anymore. You go further.

Someone caught up, walked alongside. What he says? What is it about? Words cannot be made out. And then one. And further. Sad loneliness.

Children are playing. They feel good without an umbrella. And it's good near them.

But we must go. For what? Where to? Why stay? Wouldn't it be worse?

Weird. The sun came out. Rain and sun. How does this happen?

Further. You go further.

More people. But they suddenly became different … You smile at them. "Girl, you have a beautiful smile, smile more often!"

I have? Do I have a beautiful smile? Well, I must, - apparently, I look so awful that he wanted to tell me something pleasant, to comfort me. Do I have a beautiful smile? Well, yes, like my father. I have a father's smile, beautiful.

Now, you go and boldly smile at everyone. Broader and quieter. You're laughing! You are finally looking at people with interest. You get used to them. And you are surprised. Those over there are quarreling, funny, over an umbrella. And those over there are kissing and two umbrellas are getting in their way. And those over there are arguing and shouting so that they will soon fight.

And there - a company of terribly serious. Hilarious!

And she swears with her mother. Who will win?

And here they dance and it's nice to watch.

But the guy is in a hurry somewhere with flowers. Where is he running so nervously?

And here is a sad girl standing under a tree and crying. I understand her.

And this one bawls a song and rain to him like music.

And you spread your arms like wings. You put your face on the wind and rain. As if you feel this rain for the first time. It's lightweight. This Rain is yours. And suddenly everything became clear to you. People explained everything to you by their indifference to you.

And you can speak now. You can ask anyone about anything. Any nonsense and stupidity. You're laughing! It turns out that everything is possible. After all, people don't give a damn about you. They won't even notice. As you have never noticed them before. They don't care about you. They will not try to judge or appreciate you. So are you. What a relief for you …

And you answer them, boldly, out of place and what comes to mind. And you want to laugh!

You seem crazy to yourself. Yes. You've lost some mind. And now you have Your mind.

Questions, answers, dialogues, monologues, words, feelings - you are in this ocean. And he's in you. Rain of words. And you are the most important drop there.

He. Stands under a canopy. Without an umbrella. And he looks like some kind of conductor. Funny. Who are you? Conductor? - Laughter. Ah, got it. And you move on.

Man. Magnet and riddle. Black umbrella, shoulders and white shirt. Like in the movies. And caring. Immediately takes you under his umbrella. And you think about whether the dress is fashionable enough for you now. He's so close. His eyes … Stop? No, I'm moving on, I can't. Come on, do not be aggrieved.

And again people, strangers and relatives, understandable and wild, men and women, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, children and adolescents, evil and kind, happy and unhappy.

Again he. "No, well, you are definitely a Conductor!" - laughs. Are you happy to see me?

He found an umbrella somewhere. And this is the giant of all umbrellas. 10 people can fit under it. He says: “This is for you. Take it.”- Me? You take an umbrella as incredible as a rainbow.

And you move on. He stands and watches you leave, smiling. Funny Conductor. His smile, it is the same as … Where have you seen this smile?

And then you stop.

He follows you. You with his umbrella are in front, and he, having given you the umbrella, is behind. Looks like he's happy with everything that's going on here. Well, wow. Where did he come from, so cheerful? It seems to you that you have never parted with him. And this is all from your childhood. So, you have to figure it out. No not like this. You want to deal with this.

He conducts the melodies inside you. You sing, but the song doesn't stick and doesn't sound without him. With this you just want to be and just do something. It's so great that you jump through the puddles, look for where it is deeper and thank the Conductor.

And it's not only because of him that you feel so good. And not because you're so cool. And because between you something happened and continues.

And the Rain is just beginning.