In those days Sati was full of life and passion. She was ready to participate in dances, various meetings, pes, matinees and picnics. Did she want to meet, show off her magical, tempting power, her beauty and influence over men, or something was changing in her life? She didn't say that. As if she had always been like that. But in reality she was changed a lot.
The next evening, organized by the lab staff on the occasion of another holiday, was also memorable and seemed to be the continuation of their warm relationship.
The gathering took place at the house of one of the employees. The room was small and overwhelming, with a large number of participants. There was absolute chaos. But Sati was there, and for the love of her, Arti had to endure those harsh conditions, hoping that perhaps this time he would accompany her on the way to home and deepen and warm up their relationship.
It was hot and stuffy in the room, and Arti wanted to drink and get drunk. He went to the kitchen, asked for champagne and wine, mixed it up, drank it, then drank it again, now he doesn't remember well. He could already feel the heartbeat in the covers, his ears began to ring, her head was twitching, a nausea started. He went out to the balcony to breath a fresh air. He was sitting on a small chair and watching the high building, which was swinging in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes, for a moment the building was standing straight normal. Then a second later it was like the Pisa Tower turned and rotated. And then the bright windows of the building began to pop in front of his eyes.
Everything was rotating and spinning. A difficult night was waiting for him, the level of drunkenness was escalating. But after awakening a little, he came back to the room.
It seemed to him that everyone was looking at him, whispering, saying something, he also understood that his face color was changed, his breathing overwhelmed, and as a result of this, many people's attention was drawn to him, and he thought everyone was surprised. Maybe it was like this, but now he can't prove or deny it. He also remembers how he struggled with temptations, even dancing a lot until late night. Music, dance, wine, freedom, HE and SHE ...
And that night was going to be fatal for him, with its new shades. What a glorious night, a unique night! One of his dreamed blue nights.
The evening-party was over; in the windows of the neighboring buildings the lights started to turn off. The City and people were falling asleep. It was a dark-dark night; the moon had not yet come out. They left the party the last, saying good-bye to the young host, and the clock was ticking at three in the morning.
Arti and Sati were left alone. It was hard to say whether it was a thoughtful step or a happy accident, but, as a gentleman, had to accompany her to her house on the other end of the city, and transport was not available at that time, and taxis were a rare happening in those area. There was a stone-silence everywhere.
"Maybe we shall go to our house," Arti suggested. "It's almost impossible to get to your house at this time, and we'll arrive to my house walking less than an hour."
"No," Sati replied, "let's go to our house, my parents will get worried."
"Sati, my dear, I beg you are telling a nonsense. What you are saying is stupid, there is no a taxi, public transport is not working and we will arrive in our home earlier than an hour.
"Well," Sati agreed after a little delay, "let's go, but only walking, even if we meet a taxi on our way ...
The empty streets greeted them with open hugs. He got Sati’s hand and they walked silently forward. Without any word, they already understood each other. At such moments words are unnecessary, as the eyes, hearts and souls talk to each other.
There was a gloom in Artis head, a fever in his body. Truth be told, at that time Arti was still not fully in love with her, but only attracted, because she was respecting her love for someone else, but he was already jealous. They were walking and looking to each other from time to time.
Here is the giant, mysterious bridge that has been the participant and witness of dozens of suicides. Often, Arti also walked over this bridge, bowed to the armor, looked down at its enormous height, and thought about the phenomenon of the suicide. And he had always left this place with a smile that could not even produce such a foolish and devastating thought in his head. Finally, the "criminal" bridge was crossed. It stayed behind, and new buildings were ahead.
Here is the entrance to Arti’s house. Arti pulled the key out of his pocket, gently opened the door, and whispered to Sati inviting her. Sati stopped for a moment and took a pause. It is understandable, for the first time, late at night and at someone else's home unknown to her. But the family members were asleep at that late hour, and perhaps no one knew they were coming in.
"All are asleep, come on," Arti whispered softly.
Sati entered the corridor quietly on the toes. While Sati was looking in the mirror, in the dim light, trimming her hair, tidying herself up, Arti in his bedroom, carefully took out the clean and ironed bed linen from the wardrobe, and arranged his bed for Sati, placing his bed linen on the sofa.
"Your bed is ready," he whispered, "you can lie down." Then he turned off the light, took off his clothing, and lay down on the sofa. Shortly thereafter, Sati also lay down on the bed she was offered.
For a moment they were silent, so physically close to each other, perhaps so far in spirit and heart.
The wine, brandy and champagne were still doing their bad thing with Arti. Sleeping became impossible.
"Sati, are you sleeping," whispered Arti after a while.
"No," she answered.
Again a stone-silence ruled. But suddenly a lost fly began to fly over buzzing and looking for a suitable place to spend the night. Buzz ...
"Did you like the evening-party?" Arti broke the silence again.
"No," he heard a sharp response.
- I didn't like it either.
- A lot of people were gathered; some were completely unnecessary.
- But it didn't depend on us.
“Of course, that's right.
“Sorry, Sati, I'm probably bothering you, please go sleep.
- And maybe I am disturbing you?
-You don't mind, just I can't sleep.
- Well, we don't bother each other. in that case tell me something, I'll listen carefully, maybe it will help me to sleep.
-And maybe you can tell, as you first did the offer, tell me about your love?
"Of course no," she laughed.
-Why?
- I don't like telling, I'm more tending to listen.
- Sati, please, tell me. my thoughts are messed up today, next time I promise I'll tell you something interesting, but now I want to hear your voice.
"Well," she said, "I'll tell you." The interesting thing is that the guy I fell in love with, was going to serve in the army. In the ninth grade, I fell in love with a guy for the first time, we were just friends, sometimes we were watching cinema together. It's hard to say I loved him and I don't know if he loved me. He was two years older than me, and our friendship didn't last very long. I didn't even get sad when he left to serve in the army, but I often remember him. The second one, with whom I started my friendship was also taken to the army. He took my ring with him as an amulet and asked me not to marry, until he returns back. In my opinion, he loves me. After finishing the tenth class I was sent to this factory to work as a copywriter, where I met him. I liked him, and when he offered to become friends, I gladly agreed. At first our relationship was pure friendly, and then it seemed we couldn't be without each other. We were bonded very strongly. I was probably in love. Now he is in the army service in Russia, far away from me, and I often think about him, not even realizing that I really love him or is it just a seduction. It's been seven months since we've been separated. He always writes in his letters that I should learn hard and be admitted to higher education.
- Maybe he is jealous, thinking that if you go to classes you will not have much time to meet other guys.
"Maybe, but the life is going on, I want to have fun, dance, participate in concerts, evenings. I can't just sit at home with my grandmother all the time ...
Then they remained silent for a long time.
"And then?" Arti asked.
- Then, then, and finally I have decided to study and pass the exams for a university. So far this is my main problem. Oh, how I wish to pass the exams and be admitted. That is my greatest dream now.
"And what prevents you from passing the exams?" Arti asked.
- Weakness and absence of a will. Someone has to take care of me, monitor the process, encourage me, take control of me, force me. I find it hard to get prepared alone.
- It's interesting.
- What's interesting?
- Laziness.
And they laughed softly together.
It was already lightening and the sunrise was closer. The festive, wonderful, spring day of May 1962 was greeting them, as they slowly were diving into the labyrinths of the morning's inspirational sleep, perhaps one of the happiest, best, memorable days in their lives.