3.AMNESIA
He was observing the sleepy woman, sitting on a chair close to the bed. Now after her curls were dry and she had much more calm expression, John realized that actually this is the most beautiful person he had ever seen: with so clear features, so bright colors. Almost like an angel. For a moment he was burnt by desire to touch her and see if she is real, but didn't want to wake her up. And he had seen a lot of women, as an artist and in his private life. The beauty was one of the things he believed in as a Bohemian. John achieved part of them: beauty, freedom and truth. But the thing he believed in most - LOVE! - Real and obsessing love - no, he had never been in love in such a way. But he didn't lose hope he would find her. John Green was strange kind of person since his early childhood. He was a dreamer, loved poetry and art and he loved drawing. Most people claimed he's got a great gift. It was inherited from his father who had been artist in his youth, but he couldn't do that for long time. His wife, John's mother, died a lot of years ago. The son didn't remember her. Soon after her death, Edward Green married another woman: severe and cruel woman who treated him bad. She was saying:
"The boy should stop with these art shits! He'll be a complete failure if we don't bring him into line. We shouldn't let him throw his life in stupid dreams of love and so on."
He hated her for these words. But what was worst: Edward started believe her! John had no one to confess and was only child. May be that's why James Stewart's friendship was so valuable for him. Another obsessed with the crazy ideals for beauty, truth, freedom and love. His little brother Chris, although quite young, was the same. And they had got the same trouble, but with their father. The three of them were undivided as long as they were going to school and a lot after that. James preferred the music, Chris - the magic of words, and John - his old passion, the art. Soon after John was eighteen he told his parents he wanted to live and work on his own as an artist. Both of them were totally shocked of this decision. His stepmother was absolutely mad and frustrated. She didn't stop cursing and screaming at him, but there was nothing to change his mind. And there he was, seven years later, captured his fate in hands, standing close to the most beautiful woman in the world. and John didn't even know her name. Suddenly she moved and groaned. Her eyelashes flickered and revealed the pretty eyes. For his great regret the expression of despair wasn't erased. But now he might understand more about this mysterious stranger. The latter one straightened a little with quite scared looking, when met his eyes.
"Don't be afraid!" He said softly.
"Where.am I?" Her voice was a bit cracked.
"How do you feel?"
"I. All my body is hurting. and I'm a bit cold. Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here."
"Just stay here and relax. You are in safe place. I'll give you some hot tea to warm. Don't worry."
John stood up and went to the stove. The young man filled a jagged glass with the hot liquid and went back to his guest. He lifted her a bit more and placed the glass ahead of her lips.
"I know your fingers are still shaking so. I hope you don't mind." She looked at him twice more confused. "Hey, that's not poison. Drink! You'll feel better. Then we can talk.
Still doubtful the woman sipped a little gulp and coughed. John kept on holding her while she was drinking. After five minutes she finished it and lay, still too weak to stay upright. The expression stayed on her face.
"How are you now?"
"Really, better. But I need to know what's going on here? Please, explain me!"
John sat on his chair and looked at the mysterious woman thoughtfully. What was wrong with her? He knew some of the answers but nothing more.
"You mean that you don't remember anything about this morning? Absolutely anything?"
"No. nothing. Oh, what's going on???"
"Hey, hey, calm down. It will be all right. I'll tell you." And he repeated the entire story from this morning. Her eyes were wide opened and shocked. Her skin turned pale, but she didn't move.
"And that's all? You didn't do nothing to me while I was unconscious?"
'What?" He exclaimed and felt a bot angry with her, but then remembered the way she was looking. "Hey, lady, I don't know the men you have communicated with, but I don't whore with fainted and helpless women. If I was that kind of person I would have done that in the park and leave you to die there. Anyway, do you really don't remember anything? Your name?"
"My name?" She uttered. "I. I think. I remember only my name. It is. Satine.
"Satine?" He repeated and smiled. "Beautiful name. Very suitable for you. But. are you sure that's all? Nothing more?"
"No." Satine groaned and started crying. - "Oh. what I'm going to do now? I have nothing. No memories, no past, no future! Nothing! Even a place to live."
"Hey, calm down!" John crossed her moans and squeezed her hand and rubbed the tears from her face. "You've got a shelter now. I want to help you. Not because of something else, just I know how it is to feel lonely and confused."
She stopped and looked at him mistrustfully.
"I know it's quite hard for you, but try to relax now. You need all your forces to fight now. And you are still not well. Why don't you sleep now? After you wake up, your memory might be refreshed."
"Fine." Satine whispered and laid, closing her pretty eyes. Yes, she was still too weak. Although the excitement the woman was asleep again.
"Sleep." He uttered softly. "Sleep, beautiful Satine."
He was observing the sleepy woman, sitting on a chair close to the bed. Now after her curls were dry and she had much more calm expression, John realized that actually this is the most beautiful person he had ever seen: with so clear features, so bright colors. Almost like an angel. For a moment he was burnt by desire to touch her and see if she is real, but didn't want to wake her up. And he had seen a lot of women, as an artist and in his private life. The beauty was one of the things he believed in as a Bohemian. John achieved part of them: beauty, freedom and truth. But the thing he believed in most - LOVE! - Real and obsessing love - no, he had never been in love in such a way. But he didn't lose hope he would find her. John Green was strange kind of person since his early childhood. He was a dreamer, loved poetry and art and he loved drawing. Most people claimed he's got a great gift. It was inherited from his father who had been artist in his youth, but he couldn't do that for long time. His wife, John's mother, died a lot of years ago. The son didn't remember her. Soon after her death, Edward Green married another woman: severe and cruel woman who treated him bad. She was saying:
"The boy should stop with these art shits! He'll be a complete failure if we don't bring him into line. We shouldn't let him throw his life in stupid dreams of love and so on."
He hated her for these words. But what was worst: Edward started believe her! John had no one to confess and was only child. May be that's why James Stewart's friendship was so valuable for him. Another obsessed with the crazy ideals for beauty, truth, freedom and love. His little brother Chris, although quite young, was the same. And they had got the same trouble, but with their father. The three of them were undivided as long as they were going to school and a lot after that. James preferred the music, Chris - the magic of words, and John - his old passion, the art. Soon after John was eighteen he told his parents he wanted to live and work on his own as an artist. Both of them were totally shocked of this decision. His stepmother was absolutely mad and frustrated. She didn't stop cursing and screaming at him, but there was nothing to change his mind. And there he was, seven years later, captured his fate in hands, standing close to the most beautiful woman in the world. and John didn't even know her name. Suddenly she moved and groaned. Her eyelashes flickered and revealed the pretty eyes. For his great regret the expression of despair wasn't erased. But now he might understand more about this mysterious stranger. The latter one straightened a little with quite scared looking, when met his eyes.
"Don't be afraid!" He said softly.
"Where.am I?" Her voice was a bit cracked.
"How do you feel?"
"I. All my body is hurting. and I'm a bit cold. Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here."
"Just stay here and relax. You are in safe place. I'll give you some hot tea to warm. Don't worry."
John stood up and went to the stove. The young man filled a jagged glass with the hot liquid and went back to his guest. He lifted her a bit more and placed the glass ahead of her lips.
"I know your fingers are still shaking so. I hope you don't mind." She looked at him twice more confused. "Hey, that's not poison. Drink! You'll feel better. Then we can talk.
Still doubtful the woman sipped a little gulp and coughed. John kept on holding her while she was drinking. After five minutes she finished it and lay, still too weak to stay upright. The expression stayed on her face.
"How are you now?"
"Really, better. But I need to know what's going on here? Please, explain me!"
John sat on his chair and looked at the mysterious woman thoughtfully. What was wrong with her? He knew some of the answers but nothing more.
"You mean that you don't remember anything about this morning? Absolutely anything?"
"No. nothing. Oh, what's going on???"
"Hey, hey, calm down. It will be all right. I'll tell you." And he repeated the entire story from this morning. Her eyes were wide opened and shocked. Her skin turned pale, but she didn't move.
"And that's all? You didn't do nothing to me while I was unconscious?"
'What?" He exclaimed and felt a bot angry with her, but then remembered the way she was looking. "Hey, lady, I don't know the men you have communicated with, but I don't whore with fainted and helpless women. If I was that kind of person I would have done that in the park and leave you to die there. Anyway, do you really don't remember anything? Your name?"
"My name?" She uttered. "I. I think. I remember only my name. It is. Satine.
"Satine?" He repeated and smiled. "Beautiful name. Very suitable for you. But. are you sure that's all? Nothing more?"
"No." Satine groaned and started crying. - "Oh. what I'm going to do now? I have nothing. No memories, no past, no future! Nothing! Even a place to live."
"Hey, calm down!" John crossed her moans and squeezed her hand and rubbed the tears from her face. "You've got a shelter now. I want to help you. Not because of something else, just I know how it is to feel lonely and confused."
She stopped and looked at him mistrustfully.
"I know it's quite hard for you, but try to relax now. You need all your forces to fight now. And you are still not well. Why don't you sleep now? After you wake up, your memory might be refreshed."
"Fine." Satine whispered and laid, closing her pretty eyes. Yes, she was still too weak. Although the excitement the woman was asleep again.
"Sleep." He uttered softly. "Sleep, beautiful Satine."