"As you can see is" – he drawled in response.
***
After this conversation, the last six months of life together bear Often noticed that the former fire of married life has long ceased to warm them both, to revive the flame did not work, although attempts were made. Joint trips to the resorts for a couple of weeks, a weekend in nature, not once met the dawn on the white Sands and saw off the sunset under the crackling fire on the banks of small Siberian rivers. And when for the second month in a row went to bed back to back, mishkina wife offered:
"Mish, you're thirty-four, fourth dozen, I soon exchanged, but it was no use. Not life this. You're a great guy, husband, friend, but I can't go on like this. Then let's separate."
Over the past two years, Bear and he came to this idea more than once, so with relative ease released his wife.
***
A year later, Teddy learned That his wife gave birth to a boy.
"She may have already met someone when we lived together for the last months. Yeah, probably dated. Well, God grant that now all is well with you", – was spinning in his head.
Having saved up for an apartment and bought it in the place where he wanted, Bear continued to live alone. Nothing and no one not like.
"Why, thirty-seven is not a term," he repeated more and more often.
And here, when the chain of measured boring days, at the end of the working week stretched, having planned work of the subordinates beforehand, the Bear went home.
It was a normal Friday of a normal working week. I didn't feel like going home. I did not want to call friends, girlfriends, I just wanted to walk in the Park, on the pavement, on the back streets and the paths on which I ran as a child. I remembered how I went on these paths with my father on a fishing trip, barely keeping from the wind four-meter unassembled fishing rods. I remembered the disappointment in the eyes of the mother, who saw the catch and understands that now a good half of the day will have to process the fish, cleaning it from scales and giblets. I remembered how the race with his sister raced to the post office to buy stamps in their collections. How proudly these collections were shown by mother and father. How all these events filled life with new joy, new meaning. How I wanted the night to fly by instantly, and to come back joyful, cheerful, emotional, rich and unique new day. And it became so sad that now these new days have become commonplace, predictable, gray.