In general, the atmosphere was cozy. Only one boy was not running or laughing. He just sat quietly on the bench, looking ahead lostly, as if he were thinking about something important. Stas ran his hand over the sun-heated bench, inhaling the ineffable aroma of the morning chill. A sea of feelings splashed in his eyes, and his heart was overflowing with various emotions. Albina, the girl sitting next to him, was to blame. On her lap rested a voluminous hardcover book, from time to time, the little girl turned over the pages. She was absorbed with her head in a colorful fantasy book, about space travel, galactic wars and fairy-tale love. Albina read expressively, carefully pronouncing each word. And the boy... the boy just sat and listened. Physically he was here, but his mind was light years away. Where the stars blazed, where spaceships roamed the vastness of the universe, and good knights rescued princesses from other planets.
Here the girl finishes another chapter, and putting between the pages of the bookmark, quietly but unequivocally slams the book. At this sound, Stanislav roused and jerked, returning to the sinful earth from the world of fantasy.
- Is it over already? - He sounded disappointed - You're coming tomorrow, aren't you? Yes? Al?
Albina, on the other hand, only laughs tinklingly, and with a nod she kisses the boy on the cheek. She returns the book to its rightful owner. But he accepts it, as if reluctantly. He didn't mind listening to Alba's enchanting voice a little longer. After all, it took him somewhere far away, where there is no school, no homework, no teachers, but only a flight of fancy and space. A deep, endless and vast space, illuminated by a myriad of stars.
Merci pour la lecture!
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