But this time, dazzling foil, a rose generously sprinkled with sparkles, and fern leaves adorned with pearls were symbols of the real, pure and omnipotent.
This splendor was carried by a grandfather of about seventy. In a clean but shabby coat, a funny scarf, obviously wrapped up with caring hands “so that it doesn’t blow through!”, And worn-out boots. He was in a hurry and looked excited, in the best sense of the word.
And I imagined how, in one of the panel skyscrapers between which we collided, his beloved was waiting for him. He puts the kettle on for the third time, because he went out for a loaf, or maybe for a pension, or just for a twenty-minute walk, but not for a long time. It seems that he is not especially worried, but he looks out the window, they say, where the hell is he, the accursed one.
And at home it smells of apple pie, which she baked in the morning, because Vitenka (or Mishenka, or perhaps Vasenka) is extremely fond of charlotte.
Literally five more minutes - and the key creaks in the door, the beloved rushes to meet him, also shuffling funny cozy slippers, and starts grumbling a little: "Where have you been for so long?" Then, for sure, he will lament: “Why are you spending money,” but in fact, he will be delighted to tears.
Because they have been together for so many years, and he still thinks about her, even after jumping out of the house for half an hour. Because to this day, her heart stops from his attention.
Because this is what love looks like: February is around, and you are with a rose in sequins.