From: VIZNYUK@MPS.OHIO-STATE.EDU (SERGEI VIZNYUK)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.soviet
Subject: Love forwarded from relcom.fido.su.general
Date: 7 Jan 93 21:09:00 GMT
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This is from:    (sAM NE ^ITAL I DRUGIM ZAKAZAL)


> From: Igor Schachmannski <Igor.Schachmannski@p2.f1.n701.z102.fidonet.ORG>
> Subject: [News] love
> Newsgroups: relcom.fido.su.general




Hello All!



    We walked along an old stony road, surrounded by plants withered,
stunted in the sun. I held her hand in mine.

- Julia, are you not tired? We've got to go not too much - I asked her.
- No, I'm tired a bit - but I can move still.

I felt hot stones through my shoes and thought, "I am nearly exhausted,
but she looks fresh. She is a great woman, indeed." The road turned and
we saw an old, grey-haired man with a sack. He laid out his unpretentious
food on a stone and ate.

- Good dinner, father - Ju said politely to the man.
- Thank you, Ju - he answered smiling.
- You know my name? - Ju was seriously surprised.
- My children, I know you both - he said friendly - sit down, share my food,
 take it.

    We sat down, took his bread and I suddenly felt that my thirst vanished
as if it did not exist at all. I ate one slice of bread and this simple
food took away my weariness.

- Do you like my bread? - he asked us slyly smiling.
- Your bread is wonderful, it is a miracle! - Ju was very excited - Who
 are you?
- Oh, my name is wiped out from the scriptures of life. Don't ask me, my
 name won't mean anything. Maybe, I simply forgot my name. Stand up,
 children - his voice was unexpectedly calm and quiet.

    We rose up from the stone. He laid his hands on our foreheads and
whispered several words in a strange tongue.

- What did you say, father? - I asked him quietly.
- You don't know this tongue. Simply believe me, I blessed you. You are
 going to the town, are you? - he said.
- Yeah - Julia answered him in a low voice.
- You are a good couple, I know. Be blessed. I am nobody here and I don't
 want to delay you anymore. I tell you that next year you'll have a child.
 Behold, take care of him - the old man shook our hands.
- Who was that, what do you think? - she asked me when we lost sight of
 him.
- A very strange vagrant. I don't know, maybe he is a prophet, he predicted
 us a baby next year. But we did not intend to bear a baby, you know.
- Hmm. He knew what he said. In any case he looked very convinced - my wife
 glanced at me - Do you believe him?
- I don't know, either... Maybe. But what did he whisper? Was it a prayer? -
 I answered meditating.

    We entered the town and were going to our house. Suddenly I heard a
telephone ringing. "Why, what, where is any telephone here?" - my thoughts
started rushing about. And finally I realized - "Oh, God, it was a dream,
a mere dream!"  I picked up the receiver and heard - "Igor! Where are you
there? Are you still sleeping? Listen, we can't meet today. I am very
busy" - Julia shot words out very impatiently. "Pity, I wanted to see
you" - I murmured.  "Igor, sorry, we'll meet some later. Bye." -
she hung up.

    We were happy in that dream, but it was a dream, only a dream.....

                                                  /Love/ [8]

[This is written for my beloved jewish lass, Julia]

Igor

--- GoldED 2.40+
 * Origin: Asy's Unicorn (102:701/1.2)