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Сейчас я прихожу к ней только когда она спит. Я сажусь к ней на кровать, я вдыхаю её запах. Я не могу плакать. Я не умею. Но я чувствую боль. Не физическую, а душевную. Все эти восемь лет она встречает Новый год одна. Она садится у окна, наливает в бокал шампанского и плачет. Еще я знаю, что она продолжает писать мне записки на окнах. Каждый день. Но я не могу их прочитать, потому что от моего дыхания окно не запотеет.
Прошлый новый год был необычным. Не хочу рассказывать вам секреты потусторонней жизни, но я заслужил одно желание. Я мечтал прочитать её последнюю надпись на стекле. И когда она заснула, я долго сидел у её кровати, я гладил её волосы, я целовал её руки... А потом подошел к окну. Я знал, что у меня получится, я знал, что смогу увидеть её послание - и я увидел. Она оставила для меня одно слово <ОТПУСТИ>
Этот Новый год будет последний, который она проведет в одиночестве. Я получил разрешение на свое последнее желание, в обмен на то, что я больше никогда не смогу к ней прийти и больше никогда её не увижу. В этот новогодний вечер, когда часы пробьют полночь, когда вокруг все будут веселиться и поздравлять друг друга, когда вся вселенная замрет в ожидании первого дыхания, первой секунды нового года, она нальет себе в бокал шампанского, пойдет к окну и увидит надпись <ОТПУСКАЮ>." "I almost died nine years ago. But I am not writing to tell you how I live here . I am writing to tell you my story . The story of my great love . And I want to say that love never dies . Even in that light . Even if you try to kill her , even if you want it . Love never dies . Never. We met on December 31. I was going to celebrate the New Year with his third wife in their old friends . My life before its appearance was so worthless and useless , that very often I asked myself: < Why am I here ? > Job ? Yes , I liked what I was doing . Family ? I really wanted to have children , but I did not have them . Now I understand that the purpose of my life was - in anticipation of this meeting . I do not want to describe it . Rather, I just can not describe it, so you really understand what she said. Because every letter , every line of my letter imbued with love for her and for each eyelash that fell from her sad eyes , for every tear I was ready to give up everything . So, it was December 31. I immediately realized that was missing. If she came alone , I would have no qualms about his third wife , and would come up to her in the first minute of our meeting. But she was not alone . Next to her was my best friend. Familiar they were just a couple of weeks, but out of his mouth I heard about it very much interesting. And, now , I saw it. When struck chimes, and were toast I went to the window. My breath fogged the window and I wrote : < LOVE > . Walked away and the inscription on the eyes disappeared. Then again, it was a feast, toast . I went back to the window in an hour. I breathed on it and saw the inscription < YOUR > . My knees buckled a few seconds stopped breathing ... Love comes only once . And this man understands immediately . Everything that happened in my life to this day - was tinsel , sleep , delirium . So many words have this phenomenon . But my life began precisely at the New Year's Eve , because I realized , I saw in her eyes that day - also the first day of her life . Second of January we moved to the hotel, and planned to buy their own little corner . We've made a habit of writing each other notes on the windows . I wrote to her < You - my dream > . She answered < Just do not wake up! > Innermost desires we left the windows in the hotel , in the car , at home with friends . We were together for two months . Then I was gone.
Now I come to her only when she sleeps . I sat down on her bed , I inhale her scent . I can not cry. I do not know . But I feel the pain . Not physical , but mental . All these eight years , she meets a new year . She sits by the window, pours a glass of champagne and crying. I also know that she continues to write me notes on the windows. Every day. But I can not read them , because my breath is not zapoteet window .
Last new year was unusual. I do not want to tell you the secrets of the afterlife , but I deserve one wish. I wanted to read her latest inscription on the glass. And when she fell asleep , I sat a long time at her bedside , I stroked her hair, I kissed her hands ... And then went to the window . I knew that I can do it , I knew I could see her message - and I saw . She left me for one word < LET >
This New Year will be the last , which she will spend in solitude. I got permission to his last wish , in exchange for what I 'll never be able to come to her and never see her again . In this New Year's Eve , when the clock strikes midnight , when everything will be fun and congratulate each other , when the whole universe will freeze in anticipation of the first breath, the first second of the new year , it pours himself a glass of champagne in , go to the window and sees the inscription < releases > , . "
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