- And what should we do now? - the Google translator inquired indifferently, while Zennur was extremely dissatisfied.
- Think something - I snapped, and Vanessa was silent. The main thing is not to translate too much. She already well-remembered it. - Ness, have an ideas?
- None. I initially didn"t like this trip, but now more than earlier.
- Grin, what are we doing in the park? Why are we not looking for her?
- Because she moved. In the Valley, we won"t find her anymore. And it"s expensive to go all over Ukraine in search, - I paused, giving the girl time to translate.
- So, what is next?
I was thinking. Searching her here doesn"t make any sense, as in general to do searches. But if I say this now, then either Zennur will incinerate me, or lose me somewhere in Western Ukraine. And I will go home without documents on foot.
- We are going to Lvov.
- Why?
- She doesn"t work in library anymore and left the city. There no chance to find her here.
- Why Lvov?
- She always loved this city. There are chances to find a clue.
- Whom?
-Her trail, - I growled softly and walked through the park. - Give me at least five minutes to be alone!
But to explain to three stubborn people that you need a little personal space is impossible. I was walking, and Zennur followed me with a difference of several steps, and Vanessa and Fatih followed non-direct behind them for a minute. These two did not need a reason to argue. They skillfully found him everywhere, even in the singing of birds and the pomp of flowering plants and which dogs are better - large or miniature. They cursed all the way here, because of this we were on the verge of having us get off the bus Ivano-Frankovsk - Valley. The scale of my patience was overflowed.
- Vanessa! - I shouted sharply turning to them. - Or you will shut up, or one Turk and the translator will be less, and I'm not joking!!
From such a change in my mood, they were silent together.
- Why should I take part in all this? Who are you for telling me what to do, where to go and generally limiting me in any way?! I am a married woman in the east of Ukraine, limit your women!
- Have you finished? - cold asked Google translator. I looked at Zennur and forgot to breathe. His eyes darkened with hard pent-up anger. Probably I went too far in my speech, or Vanessa, with the translation she made. Or he caught something by intonation.
There was a feeling that on a hot day, I was slightly drowned in ice water. - Calmed down? - the man specified, and I just silently nodded, unable to turn away. Some men in anger resemble boas. Scare and fascinate at the same time. - We go to the bus stop.
He went ahead and no longer looked at me. He didn"t need this, he knew for sure that I would go near him. Vanessa and Fatih didn"t expect this and we walked in complete silence. If only I knew! I would delete this damn game even before his arrival. And I wouldn"t have even contacted the Sultan in my life.
The road that used to seem short in this silence has become unbearably long.
- Grin, - Vanessa began quietly, - you have just yelled at Zennur?
- Ness, I"m in shock by myself. I tried to shout at a less familiar Turk. It's time to drink valerian.
- I can understand to shout on Fatih, but Zennur ...
- Yes, I know.
In the chill run through the back, I realized that we continue to annoy him. Silence fell again. And it seems we would have been silent down to Lvov, but ... Fatih wanted to eat. And he began to actively communicate with Zennur about something, without bothering to pause for translation. But Zennur's mood was at sea level, so having answered him, he began to dial us in by telephone.
- We will rest and eat in Lvov. Hold on.
And we held on..
But our bus was standing at the service station, and promised to go on a route only four hours later. And then we went to walk around the city. The valley was a quiet and peaceful place where I would definitely return and if I were in another company I would have lingered. Not that I didn"t like my current company, only it looked like an escort.
The water surface attracted, I wanted to swim and then read while sitting on the shore. And here the children would play beautifully ... Children. It's good that they are at their grandmothers, but I haven"t heard them for a long time. Even suspicious. I got the phone and dialed the elder. To my deep disappointment, he was offline, which meant that someone was terrorizing his grandmother in the country.
- Grin, is everything all right? You look upset.
- It's ok. You just need to finish it as soon as possible and return to normal life.
I wasn"t allowed to admire the statue of an angel, I was dragged back to a stop. As a result, we waited for the bus for several hours, then we waited for the passengers. And then two hours stood on the sidelines, while our bus was repaired as they didn"t finish at the service station. We didn"t utter a word when we arrived in Lvov. But once we tried to get to the hotel, as we spoke. Everybody. At the same time.
-This is a nightmare, - Vanessa repeated quietly, sitting on a bench and swaying in different directions.
- It"s can"t be! Check things again!
But it did not help the documents and wallets, which Fatih folded into one place, somehow managed to evaporate.
I closed my eyes and took a few slow, deep breaths. If the journey began wildly, then it will continue the same way. The guys are worse than me, they are in an unfamiliar country and do not know Ukrainian. So now everything is in my hands. It was my finest hour, although who needed it now.
Leaving alone attempts to find documents, I began to look for completely different things.
- Grin, what are you doing? - asked Vanessa coming out of her stupor.
But I was silent. If I now discuss my plan, they will add a keg of doubts to my spoon of confidence. And as a result, we will not leave this bench.
- What is going on? - without any emotion ask the translator. Vanessa began to answer, but I was not interested in that much. And finally, luck overtook me. From the bottom of the bag I took out a dress and began to unfold it.
- Are you going to change here? - the technician and Vanessa asked in unison.
- When you come up with another plan, we will definitely discuss it. In the meantime, you can simply not interfere and have fun. This is an old city, beautiful architecture. Ness, the main thing is to speak only Turkish, otherwise the result may be unexpected.
- Do you want us to go and get lost?
- No, I want you don"t disturb me.
I looked round. There were no people near. Without wasting time, I took off my T-shirt and didn"t slow down, put on a dress. Just adjusting the dress, I took off my pink jeans and put on very short shorts.
Just turning tight pants I got on average heel shoes and removed the hairpin disheveled hair.
The image is finished, we can go. I looked at my companions. All slightly stunned, but for now keep themself in hands. Although, the eyes of all are too expressive.
- Green, - Vanessa began plaintively.
- Everything is not as bad as you think. And if you think about me what is written on your face, then you are very wrong. Come on. We still need to find a street musicians.
- Would you mind asking them to turn away next time? - I am embarrassed to look at it all.
- Ness, do you know what it is like when in the sports palace you change dress in the hallway with a glass wall to the street? And in this corridor there are more than a dozen teams, as you understand, not only girls. I didn"t see anything strange in it for a long time, you're going on the beach in bathing suits?
- Yes, but I buy it so that everybody look at it.
- You will get married and getting used to the fact that all your underwear should be so that your man want to look at it. And it is desirable not only to watch.
- Grin, no. I want to build a career, and the relationship only hinder.
I looked at her from head to toe. Yes, a hard case. Apparently not yet met a single normal guy. And we went to wander and look at the old city. Lvov was really very beautiful. There was a certain comfort in it, which I missed so much in my native city. But we have obviously more street musicians when we found them here. I felt like my stomach was trying to digest itself. Two pleasant young men with five-row accordions virtuously played something classic, which at once wanted, if not to dance, then at least to just stand and listen.
- Good day, Panove, - I began to say, when they finished playing and decided to take a break. You play magically.
The men smiled and were about to start talking to each other as I continued.
- Guys, we really need your help.
- What, get lost?
- If only! I didn"t have time with my friends to come to the city of the lion, as our wallets were stolen. Now, we cannot even eat and get to hotel, I looked into their eyes with hope, and in the meantime they looked at each other.
- What do you want from us? We don"t have enough money for ourselves.
- No, no, you don"t need to lend us. Could we make money today? Unfortunately, my instruments are far away, but I can dance.
- Are you a musician too?
- What do you play?
- I am a teacher of musical art, piano, bayan and domra.
- And what a button accordion?
- Where did you study?
- Guys, I will gladly support any conversation, but you better tell me if you agree to make some money today?
They looked at each other and began to weigh the pros and cons. All this time I felt the misunderstanding and discontent of my companions. But there was nothing to do, now I couldn"t digress.
- Well, how can a colleague not help here? Where do we start?
- Now I will please my own and perhaps begin with tango.
What I was hoping at that moment was difficult to explain. Yes, a couple of years ago a few day tango fest took place here, people gathered from everywhere. But who said that I can find them so easily now?
- Guys, all is well. Now I make money for us at least for lunch.
- Grin, what are you going to do and why are they looking at us?
- Vanessa, stop the panic. You will see everything now.
Placing my travel bag calmly near Vanessa, I reached out and looked into the musicians' eyes, nodded. The adventure has begun.
Dance is a completely different state. In order to dance you need a state, an image. It is not enough to make all the necessary movements, it is necessary to reach and expose the soul in order for it to hurt anyone. Step, second, third. Music smoothly relegates reality to the background. Every dance is a little tale. Yes, and the gods must have had pity, and sent me a partner, and yes even a friend. Andrew I saw not only at the fest, but also during trips to the capital. He led gently, almost did not lead and offered. No matter how he was not sympathetic to me, now we were talking about dinner, which means it is quite possible to be patient. Thanks at least I did not try to talk while dancing. The dance was somehow long and according to my feelings with a slight bit of clumsiness. Not like an elephant in the dishes shop, but somewhere very close. The melody changed, Andrew smiled and moved away, and then a new surprise awaited me in the form of Fatih dancing, since it was he who became my next partner. To say that I wasn"t ready to say anything to this, so I abstract as much as possible and portrayed the correct beta.
An hour later, we quietly sat in a cafe and diligently pretended that nothing had happened. That we were originally going to lead a nomadic lifestyle, dance in the street, sing with other musicians and hold dancing battles.
- Grin, you definitely do not want to eat? - For the tenth time, Vanessa asked suspiciously caring.
- After all this, I won"t want to eat soon. But I will drink coffee here for a month ahead and advise it you.
Then Vanessa decided to somehow defuse the situation and began to tell funny stories and after some five minutes our table spoke only Turkish. I felt bored when I saw one seemingly inconspicuous pair. A man sitting back to me and a girl. But there was something in them that made me look at it in more detail. He had a light shirt and a rather pleasant hairstyle, not long and not very short hair. The girl is red, easily laughed and in every way showed her sympathy ... stop. Girl. Blinking and squinting, I recognized another acquaintance from the festival. And then the shirt on the man seemed much more familiar than it should have been. Folding two and two, I felt the brain begin to turn off under a wave of uncontrollable anger.