Private life
Modern stories about love: a destiny Gift
There was a cold winter day. Frosts stood some days and in streets almost was nobody. When it left shop and has gone to autostation snow has gone. It fell the big fluffy flakes. In some minutes Lena has been covered by a snow shawl that added mysteriousness to its beauty. And its is gentle-blue eyes against snowflakes seemed absolutely transparent and its bright sight burnt. For pair hundreds metres to autostation she already thought as now will sit down in the cold bus and in half an hour will be heated at home …
But the bus has left without it. Having had a look at hours she has understood, that from a cold they have risen and consequently it was late. She wished to call home by a mobile phone, but telefonchik has gone out together with joyful "Hallo". Having decided, that today unsuccessful day Lena has gone on foot, having thought, that any fellow traveller it can will throw.
Having passed about kilometre she has not met any car. And suddenly somewhere ahead Lena has heard a motor roar. When the car has approached more close it has lifted a hand, understanding that hardly who will stop, and if that stops will not bring up – as not on a way. But cold snow did for it by a reality and this hope. As it seemed strange, but the car has stopped. And Lena could consider all its beauty.
It was a bright-red Jaguar, and though it was more senior its years on fifteen, they could argue who from them more perfectly. It has opened a door and has asked to bring up. The one who sat at the wheel has agreed. They went not for long, but nevertheless she has had time to get warm a little. And only when the car has braked nearby its houses and the lantern has shined all around, it as a lightning was punched by thought: «Whence he knew where I live, I after all did not speak anything to it, except as have asked to bring up?» She has smoothly raised a sight at the face of the saviour, and at once it has learnt and has understood is a Gift of destiny.
- And you all blossom, – he has told.
Lena, is a little having reddened, all could not collect the thoughts. – it's ages since we met, – she has modestly told the gentle voice. – how many thousand years, how many thousand winters, likely so you wished to tell, after all second without you lasts as minute, and minute so is strongly similar for day.










Really all road, also has not learnt?))
And about what the story that?)
Lovely, as though I shchas wished to meet the old friends: * (but alas, communication with them is lost for a long time
People never nauchjatsja to appreciate that nearby.
Sometimes … when I watch transmission “Wait for me” tear on eyes navorachivajutsja.
I shchas will cry … So lovely … Happens such
I while read, all sat in murashkah, but okonchnie it is not absolutely clear, I would dream up))))))))) a little more!!!!!!!