As it mainly (almost always) happens when you stop waiting for anything, or when you become less demanding in your expectations, there will definitely be an event similar to one which was in the past. There will surely be an event which suggests you to agree with what you already refused. Whether it occurs since you put an end to building hopes and start gazing at the world from different angle or it happens as it happened now? Coming out at the balcony, Earlyborn experienced what made her happy during her years, decades of her youth. You cannot describe that feeling with words. Metaphors are helpless there, as it was the emotion which comes to you if a train that you missed suddenly crawls back to you, or which you bear through after a nightmare when you assure yourself that everybody is alive and it is time to live. Merely because you are like the line x in the coordinate grid, and the sine curve of happiness interweaved with you in harmony. So now you have nothing to do to be delighted for all the time when it is in that phase. Earlyborn looked at the Eiffel Tower as though she looked at an underachiever who contrived to get B for a test and she was now pointing out him mistakes he made, and he realizes that he put a foot wrong. Earlyborn, it seemed, consoled the Tower that the human being does not live forever whilst the Tower—does; she likened the things mentioned to the romantic story, so that the midnight Paris air filled with power, which was a hundred times mightier than the spirit of bright Esenin’s sorrow. Something dawned on Earlyborn this marvelous Paris midnight. She observed those feverish faces that all at once routinely wondered at same things and rejoiced insincerely, bursting with laughter seemed to be poured from cast iron. Those people do not have imagination and, as the result, they have the limited view on the world! It depends on their mental growth and more often such people stop just at gazing in amazement at their idols and do not pay attention at anything else.
She passed her already sleeping brother by, who, with no doubt, did not devote his precious time to these aimless speculations, to take her phone from the phone charger. She flatly unplugged her phone, and an unclear image rotated by 180 degrees appeared on the lock screen with a 72% charge. She had never let her phone be not fully charged, but now she did it and went to the balcony. She counted to ten, looking at hateful to her crescent moon and the annoying Eiffel Tower (as if nobody could invent something more sophisticated for a change!) and, I think, did not see them—she spoke to some supernatural forces of darkness or light as kids do when lying in bed… She exhaled deeply and deleted her Facebook account. And then the Instagram, the Twitter, even the Telegram account—went rogue! Earlyborn raised her hands up and was about to throw away her phone right down from the balcony, like a basketball player (for she was a basketball player in her childhood), yet she heaved backwards, recollected herself rapidly and gently put her phone on a shawl. All at once a sparkle loomed in her eyes, as though a preposterous idea came to her mind; it was that sparkle which Luisian had at the beginning of his doings and Earlyborn’s brother craved to see in his sister. It appears when you do not go to bed for three days. It was like Zhenka shared his light with the sister by his mental wish. Again she passed the doorway by, and the curtains, as house dust mites (if they do exist), were astonished to see her come to the balcony that often: she usually went to the balcony once in the evening, which was the whole life for those creatures.
Earlyborn put on her just a little cold boots, which were not for the weather outdoors (it was in the 20s, dressed in a warm fashionable coat, you name it, a hat with dinosaurs and went just as for a walk, armed with some household appliances. It is needless to hope that she would not be robbed in that clothing, but a reckless person, at times, is worse than a mad bear, and it was good, actually, that no one tried to steal a thing from her hands, since he could get multiple lacerations from blows of a microwave. Hopefully, she did not take a washing machine with her. But what am I talking about? Earlyborn decided to sell her lots of unwanted appliances: some were purchased just on account of her wishes, some—by the advice of a designer, but our heroine did not get their use, and was going to give all her possessions to different shops. To which? Oh, do not worry, for Earlyborn already was not a child and had a number of acquaintances in shops. Apparently, few men manage to find fresh flowers even at night on the outskirts of towns. And women, in return, can sell iPhones and household appliances. In the end, Earlyborn disposed from unwanted things and came back home early morning with fragrant croissants, baked out of soft and fresh dough, which was absolutely of excellent quality and, therefore, exorbitant. But Earlyborn made up her mind on the healthcare and concluded not to economize on presents for the brother. Since he was little and helped their father, mother, and, moreover, grandpa to push tractors on occasion, he had a dream to have a car. Despite now he was twenty two and earned good for Irkutsk money, he could not afford so magnificent a thing, because their family was said to be not the most well off one—they were middle-class. So Earlyborn dared to buy him a car, furthermore, the time for them to set off was soon coming, and in Antarctic, it was more likely to have no internet. The brother would be incredibly happy. She sold her possessions in total for one million rubles and went to take extra three millions from her bank account. The time came when I can reveal a secret that suddenly, out of nowhere, a wealthy grandfather appeared—he was virtually a king (a father of her mother’s first husband); his death was sudden too, but he left her quite a heritance and a house in Dubai, which she leased and lived for the money she received. At times she was scared. Money is evil, and despite Earlyborn was all but first woman of fashion in Paris in her street, she clearly comprehended that once you started wasting money, you would not stop; that was now the reason for her to spend only a half of the legacy and live on the profit from the rent in Dubai. She dealt with everything: twenty euro were usually left and she carefully credited her savings account with it and after that she sent a sum to her family, in Russia. Her family was her stepfather. Mother passed away, father too, and that another woman… Generally, in this case “They did not suit each other” is said. To cut a long story short, there had to be enough money to purchase a premium car. Of course, not Porsche, yet here is the point: the more expensive car you buy, the more expensive one you crave to get. As if you took part in a voluntary racing with kids, where you, being a year older than others, wanted to come not in the first ten, but to be merely the first. Earlyborn beautifully wrapped her credit card, put a couple of croissants on it, and saliva of pleasure began to flow if not out of Zhenka’s mouth, then, out of his very heart. She brewed a cup of mango coffee for herself with no sugar, since she watched her already slim enough figure. Earlyborn, by the way, back in the days was a model for covers of fashion magazines and sometimes of man journals. She was a shameless lady, as some granny on a bench in Saratov would describe her. Let it be so: her shamelessness brought her up to ten millions in a year. It seemed, Earlyborn would be truly happy if there were not this feeling of satiation and sadness in the eyes. To get the happiness Earlyborn could marry and after, wrapped in a shawl, sing his son, lying in a bed from IKEA and yawning into an IKEA multicoloured night light, a lullaby with that tenderness, which only a mother, not a young lady, can have.