But then she was followed by such sobbing that she involuntarily stopped. Who is here? The woman asked loudly. And suddenly the swamp answered her in a muffled voice.
Help me! Help! Please! Not understanding anything else, Olevtina began to look around and suddenly noticed that some kind of lump was moving nearby. The woman came closer and saw that this person was in need of help. Wait a minute! I’m coming! I’m already running! She exclaimed, putting the basket aside.
And she rushed to help the unfortunate stranger who was hopelessly rambling in the swamp sludge. She could not immediately help a man in trouble. But when he was safe, Olevtina was surprised to see a woman in front of her.
Who are you? And how did you get here? She asked the stranger. I don’t remember anything! She cried in response. How come you don’t even remember your name? The stranger nodded What should I do with you? Olevtina waved her hands.
The party will begin soon. You know what? Let me take you home, to the village. And there we’ll figure out what to do with you.
Can you walk? No, probably. I can’t do it. My back hurts very much and my legs don’t listen.
I have no strength at all. But I can’t leave you here. Olevtina was confused.
Let’s break the stick, you’ll lean on it. And walk like this. The road is long.
But somehow, with God’s help, we’ll get home. They walked through the forest slowly. And Olevtina supported the stranger all the time.
It was very hard. And before death, tired, she finally went down to the grass. That’s it, I can’t do it anymore.
At least throw the basket, so my hands come off. Sit down, you also hardly move your legs. My back hurts very much, She’s young, she needs a city life.
No, it’s Alevtina. She has a completely different life. And I’m used to my own.
And I don’t want to change anything anymore. And I will always love only my Svetlanka. I can’t betray her memory.
Do you understand? Alevtina just nodded. Realizing that each of them has their own way and their own memories. She knew that Anatoliy was not easy, but respected his feelings and his loyalty to the memory of the late Svetlana.
I understand, Mikhalych. Live as you live. She said smiling.
The main thing is that you feel good. And don’t be mad at me. I just said it.
You know how I like to talk. My people will go to the city for a few days. So even if the wolves howl.
It’s lonely. That’s why I don’t sit at home, but I want to talk to people, ask about their lives. Maybe I’ll hear something new for myself.
Or maybe my advice will be useful to someone. I just feel sorry for you. You’re not quite old yet.
You could still arrange your life. Why bury yourself alive? Anatoliy just laughed in response. You don’t have to feel sorry for me.
I’m used to living alone. They periodically come from the city to be treated. That’s why I’m not bored at all.
And how can it be boring next to such a neighbor as you? That stranger from the swamp will call the police. It’s definitely not boring with you. Come on.
Alevtina frowned. I already apologized for the police. It’s your own fault.