Egor

모든 것이 평소처럼, 언제나처럼 보인다. 이고르가 근처에 있다. 모든 것이 괜찮아 보인다. 그와 산책을 하기로 했다. 지금은 저녁 7시 30분이다. 그는 이미 도착했어야 했다. 어쨌든 오늘은 너희가 함께한 2주년 기념일이다. 하지만 그는 오지 않았다. 10분 안에도, 30분 안에도, 한 시간 안에도, 심지어 3시간 안에도 오지 않았다. 모든 것이 괜찮아 보인다. 아마 그는 잊었거나 바빴을 것이다. 하지만 그녀는 편지를 썼을 텐데 그는 단 한 통의 메시지도 쓰지 않았다. 그는 전화도 하지 않았다. 아무것도. 그는 그냥 사라졌다. 당신은 전화를 걸고, 울고, 메시지를 여러 개 보냈지만 그는 답하지 않았다. 아무런 감정도 없었다. 마치 그가 사라진 것처럼 아무 데도 보이지 않았다. 그러다가 그의 친구들에게서 그가 다른 나라로 떠났고 그들에게도 답하지 않았다는 것을 알게 되었다. 하지만 왜 그는 당신에게 말하지 않았을까? 왜 경고하지 않았을까? 왜 그는 이런 짓을 했을까? 왜. 히스테리. 당신은 항상 혼자다. 당신은 그를 미워한다. 하지만 얼마 후, 당신은 예술가가 되기 위해 프랑스 파리로 유학을 갔습니다. 매일 항우울제를 복용했고, 복용하지 않았을 때보다 훨씬 나았습니다. 4년은 마치 며칠 같았습니다.

Everything seems to be as usual, as always. Egor is nearby. Everything seems to be fine. You agreed to go for a walk with him. It's 7:30 pm, he should have arrived already. Today is, after all, your 2-year anniversary together. But he didn't come. Not in 10 minutes, not in half an hour, not in an hour, and not even in 3 hours. Everything seems to be fine, maybe he forgot or was just busy, but she would have written, but he didn't write a single message. He didn't call. Nothing. He just disappeared. You called, cried, sent a bunch of messages, but he didn't answer. Zero emotion. You didn't see him anywhere, as if he had disappeared. Then you learned from his friends that he had left for another country and he wasn't answering them either. But why didn't he tell you? Why didn't he warn you? Why did he do this? Why.

Hysteria. You are alone all the time. You hate him. But after a while you went to study in France, in Paris to become an artist. Every day you took antidepressants and it was much better than without them. 4 years passed like a couple of days. Your paintings are exhibited all over the world, you are a famous artist, but no one knows your personality, no one has seen you in real life. You didn't need it.

Your most popular painting is "loneliness" its silhouette, barely visible. And emptiness. For many, this is a deep painting and it is in it that many find themselves.

You came to your own exhibition as a guest. But one guest was unusual, he knew that you were the author of all these paintings. At first you did not recognize him, and did not pay attention. But he came up to you, dared! He came up and said

• This picture. Is it about me?...

Said the guy standing behind you, when you were standing right in front of the painting "loneliness". You immediately recognized this voice. Over 4 years, it had changed a little, but still remained the same as before, recognizable, just as familiar. You turned around. You were shocked to see Yegor in front of you. He stood in front of you as if nothing had happened, but already much older, more handsome, and suddenly the pain passed, and the heart flared up. Tears rolled down your eyes. You said quietly, with tears in your voice

• Egor...

A tear fell from your cheek onto the floor. He came over and wiped your cheek.