- Why are you silent?
This was the first phrase that I heard somewhere inside. Not that I was frightened, I just was... awkward somehow, eh.
- Why are you silent? I'm scared...
This was the second phrase, almost the same as the first. Did she really scary?
We were in a dark room. This, I thought, I dream of. Well, well. I fumbled in his pocket matches, came to the candle standing on the sill of the window and lit it. Strange effect - fire from the candle went to, but not the luminaries. You can even touch your hands. Does not burn. Seychelles told me that, if so you can touch " so, you're just sleeping.
- Georgia? Georgia-сhan?
- I'm here.
Georgia was sitting in the corner and stared at the ceiling. She was obviously turned pale skin still shone white in the darkness. What she is afraid of, and I did not understand. Maybe the dark? No, something different, something more terrible.
I sat down and hugged her one hand on his shoulders. Lips came off, and the girl smiled a little. She always I was happy to see. I still do not know why she was glad to see me. I will not get into politics. What they don't know much about, and moreover why she's here? After all, politics is not love. Love can't buy, not sell, nothing with it to do. It remains in the soul of man forever, even if leave him. However, sometimes love turns into jealousy. On itself felt, seeing Belarus with a knife and her crown phrase "little Brother... let's get married... let's get married...". Fu, she, of course, the beauty (she really is very beautiful), but one in it sometimes are not enough - it... common sense, or what? My sister is also severe, severe, so much so that even my inhabitants of Chelyabinsk in comparison with it are the angels. I'm so used to joke.
From sister I usually save someone - usually a Ukraine or Georgia. Again Anya. Don't know, it is usually for me it should be a high dark shadow. From the very childhood we were friends. I remember when we visited the Georgian princes, our very happy. And what about now? I pretend that she told me to light bulbs, and she probably feels uncomfortable and offended. Of course, Anya always aspired to be a strong spirit, but sometimes it is not impossible. Just trauma and war (including mine with Anya) have turned Georgia into a sleepy and pulling a pessimist. But there are also advantages - it, as I have already said, steadfast spirit, will, she is kind and strong, loves the arts. Under the word "art" I meant drawing, and not fencing. One day I saw her with tear-stained eyes draw the landscape of Poti. It turns out that France was not picked up her wine. This, of course, the shame, and in the patience of Anna it was the last drop. She did not speak to Bonnefou two days, even at a meeting of the NATO. Then he apologized, a bouquet of roses brought, even on the cheek kissed... So funny look.
- What do you think?
- About anything.
I himself was a lie. I thought about it, the little power in the South Caucasus. A small sovereign state with a proudly raised nose, never give up.
- What?.. - sleepily asked Ivan.
- Get up, Russia-San, - I said softly to Latvia, lighting a lamp. - There, at the bottom waiting for you.
Russia disturbed over the fact that Raivis not said who it was. Braginsky reached. He, together with Galante down the hall. There he waited for... Georgia and Ukraine.