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Alice Clover

Midnight Paris time

Book one

"Amazon"

If passion is a fantasy, you haven't experienced it.

If you know everything about her, it wasn't her.

If you have forgotten how to breathe, you are learning the language of love.

The body is the least that a woman can give a man.

Romain Rolland

I’m running parallel to the highway, where dusty cars are parked in a dense traffic jam, and if it weren’t for sportswear and headphones, one might think that I’m running away from someone. To some extent, this is true - I’m running away from myself, but I’m catching up again, getting closer to myself with every new second. I run quickly, almost without looking around - this is my way of forgetting. One two three four. One, two... My gaze glances over cut by lines asphalt, along roadside stones, I take another breath and suddenly my gaze stumbles upon a shop window. Worn-out sneakers cling to the asphalt, I try to hold on, but the rhythm is off, my eyes are riveted on the beautiful face of a woman of about forty, with cat-like green eyes and a proud turn of her shoulders. She is in the center of the poster, the Russian Vivien Leigh, the actress not blown away by the wind - now in a new film. In all cinemas in the country. She is a hundred times more beautiful than me, even my eyes are not hers, I take after my father.

My mother.

I'm flying onto the asphalt, tearing my knee. Damn it, what the hell! Have you forgotten that these stupid posters are hung all over the city? My knee hurts, I’m out of breath and have difficulty getting up, shuffling my legs. Blood pulsates at the temple. Usually running brings relief, but not today. My forty-year-old mother in the picture is actually almost sixty, and there is so little in common between her screen image and the real living woman. Unacceptably low. She told me yesterday that this is a gift - our trip to Paris. Not for me, of course. Kuzma.

What should I do?

The drivers whose cars I hobble past look at me with bewilderment. They can be understood. Who runs around Bibirevo, especially in such heat? It's still very early, but it's not cold. Now I am a pitiful sight - sweat is pouring down my face, my hair gathered in a ponytail is soaked through with it. I put on the first thing that came to hand, most of all afraid of waking up Seryozha, and flew out of the house as if there was a fire there.

I don’t even understand why he always stays overnight!

The sleeves of my windbreaker are tied around my waist, my white T-shirt with some stupid face on the chest is also soaked with sweat, and I don’t look at all like the beautiful girls on the Internet who advertise a healthy lifestyle. You cannot lead a healthy lifestyle in Bibirevo. This is simply not the place. But I live right here, so what can I do? And I don’t care who thinks about it or what.

Stupid character. That's what mom says. And Seryozha: “If you don’t want to go to Paris, don’t go, stay in Moscow.” Yesterday he almost shouted this to my face, but have I ever listened to anyone?

Isn’t the result logical - I fall like a knockout at the sight of a photograph of my own mother, and now it hurts to walk, blood is oozing from my knee. And even more – it’s a shame. What and to whom were you trying to prove? Me too, an unfinished marathon runner. You just ran away so as not to have to explain yourself to Seryozha, didn’t you? But you still have to explain.

- What's happened? - Seryozha is sitting on the bed, he is offended, and I know that he is offended, but I pretend that I don’t notice anything. Stupid character.

“Nothing happened,” I answer. But the fact that I have a serious limp speaks for itself.

“Naturally,” he nods, carefully restraining the emotions that are still beating in waves. He has a hard time with me. I have a Nordic character, everything like my father. My father lived all his life in the Far North.

-Have you woken up long ago? – I ask as if nothing had happened, and Seryozha turns to the window. I take off my sneakers and tights, climb into the chair with my legs and begin to disinfect the wound. What an idiot, she broke her knee.

- It’s been a long time since you left! – he mutters, but I prefer not to hear the subtext. Subtext be damned. For two years Seryozha has been trying to accustom me to him, but he is no more successful than I am in training my cat. I just don't understand why you need to sleep together. It’s uncomfortable, it’s hot, there’s not enough blanket for two, and if I’m reading, the light bothers Seryozha. What's the point?

-What's wrong with your leg? – he finally asks.

“Nothing,” I shrug. Seryozha snorts.

- Of course, what else will you hear from you? Always one continuous “nothing.” If you crawl back covered in blood, you will say that everything is “ok.” What's happened?

“The enemies have attacked,” I smile. – I need to take a shower.

– Why are you talking to me in that tone?! – he suddenly explodes. But why is it unexpected? He probably sat in my bed for an hour wondering where I had gone. And he was angry.

“I don’t speak to you in any SUCH tone,” I mutter in exactly “that” tone, but I don’t care. I defiantly go to the bathroom, behind me Seryozha is quietly cursing. Nothing can be done about me.

We were supposed to go on vacation in two days - to Finland, to catch some huge fish that Seryozha was going crazy about. Every year he and his father and some other friends go somewhere to wild forests with mosquitoes and bears, in the hope of hooking an even larger monster. I can’t stand the very idea of ​​such a vacation; I would have become a vegetarian long ago if the idea of ​​vegetarianism were not so “politicized.” I hate being categorically “against.” But dragging a living creature out of the water by a hook...

“Why didn’t you just say no? You never had a problem with this!”

Legitimate question. It’s just that we’re talking about my mother, and it’s much more difficult to say “no” to her. And then, Seryozha didn’t ask me, he informed me that this time, he thinks I should go with him. Like, how long can you leave him alone on all holidays and vacations?

After all, as his woman, I have to...

And what will people think...

And it will be just great, he bought a new tent...

And then he ordered tickets, agreed on the terms and dates at his work. And I found myself in a difficult situation, because I didn’t want to go to Finland at all, but swearing again was not a good prospect. Providence intervened in the person of my mother. And Kuzma, my mother’s “new” singer, as it were - but who has heard his songs? A tall, palm-slim, tanned man with several perfect, carefully rehearsed smiles - he looked so strange, so ridiculous next to my mother. It didn’t suit her at all, like an ill-chosen accessory, but she liked it. She was crazy about him.

I found Ken, my Vivien.

In the end, my mother did exactly the same thing as Seryozha - she decided everything for me and booked tickets to Paris. Vacation, she said. And I repeated this to Seryozha. I will spend my holiday with my mother in Paris. I am very sorry that any fish will survive because I did not get to them.

I sit at the bottom of the bathtub with my arms wrapped around my knees as hot water pours over my head and back. My knee hurts, but that's okay. I can’t be alone, I hear the door opening, and my body, warmed by hot water, feels a cold stream of air. Seryozha opens the curtain and sits on the side of the bathtub.

- Yes! – I smile. I forgive him, since that's what he wants. Seryozha is a big guy, and it’s uncomfortable for him to sit on the thin side. Besides, the sight of my naked body affects him like a red rag on a bull. I feel a slight protest - I wanted to be here with myself. I have so much to think about before I get on the plane...

-Are you getting wet? Can I come to you?

I nod and he stands up, looking pleased. He already wants me, he can barely restrain himself. Seryozha is always ready for sex, except for the days when he plays football - then he gets exhausted and loses all his energy. It's hard to believe such thirst between a couple who have been living together for two years. Sometimes I feel like I'm his sexual lightning rod instead. Seryozha could not live without a woman.

He takes off his T-shirt and underpants and climbs into my bath. It is not suitable for love: the two of us can hardly fit in it. Every careless step can cost me the second knee, but I like to hug, feel his body - so strong, awkward and greedy. I am pleased that warm streams of water flow over our bodies.

- Poor thing, I hurt myself. Come to me! - Seryozha whispers. He takes me by the shoulders, helps me up, and presses me to him. I laugh and flick him on the nose. The bear is clumsy, but when necessary, it won’t even think of slipping up. My face is flooded with water, and I like to think that they are tears. It’s so dramatic, I’m in tears, and Seryozha kisses my face, licks the drops from my cheeks. He's tall and stoops a little, and it spoils him. I don't try to fight it, I try to accept it as it is. You can close your eyes to some things. I close my eyes and feel his hands caressing my breasts.

The history of this city dates back to the 3rd century BC. e. It was founded by Celtic tribes. But the Celts, in the fight against the Romans in the middle of the 1st century AD. e. were defeated, and Paris came under the jurisdiction of Rome.

For the vast majority of tourists, Paris occupies a special place. “See Paris and die” - This phrase is not just words! It is impossible to visit Paris once and not get sick of Paris - this lovely city, with its world-famous theatres, museums, boulevards, numerous cafes with buns and roasted chestnuts, the Champs Elysees, Eiffel Tower, and many other attractions.

Although Paris is the capital of France, we must pay tribute to the French - they did not turn the city into an ultra-modern metropolis. Paris is characterized by low-rise buildings, which gives it a special charm. For reference: since the great restructuring of the city in the mid-19th century, by and large, not a single name of the street or boulevard has changed. This city seems frozen out of time.

You can just walk around the city, or visit the Eiffel Tower, and you will feel the unforgettable spirit of Paris everywhere. Here the time difference with the world time is +1 hour in winter, and +2 hours in summer.

The city has a huge number of attractions. It takes a lot of time to list them. For example, the world famous Louvre, which opened its doors at the end of the 18th century. This is one of the world's largest collections of works of art from ancient times to masterpieces of the mid-19th century. For example, the great paintings “Venus de Milo” and “Mona Lisa” are exhibited in the Louvre.

I would also like to note that the Invalides House is located in the very center, and the military museum located in it, where the remains of the great Napoleon are located. Not far away is the famous Pantheon, where many famous Frenchmen who left their mark on the history of France are buried. Very a large number of Paris attractions included in the list World Heritage UNESCO. You can talk about Paris for as long as you like, but here it’s like the proverb: it’s better to see once!

Paris is located in a temperate climatic zone. In this case, there are two opposing phenomena. On the one hand, proximity to the sea creates humid and warm air masses, and on the other hand, very often there is a breakthrough of cold air from the north. But, nevertheless, the climate in Paris can be called warm and moderate. For example, snow here is quite rare (about 10 days a year). There are also very few days with negative temperatures. The amount of precipitation is quite high - every third day of the year.