Plastic Life [English]

A

Posts were disposed along the roads.

"I didn't know that ballet dancers might smoke" said Heaven, looking at the cigarette pack on the table.

"I'm not a ballet dancer long since. The things that I do, that I dance are... quite other," she removed gaze and smiled mysteriously. "In addition, I don't smoke."

"And for what do you keep cigarettes? Metaphor?" he hemed and Joy confused.

"No, really... I just do like that."

The girl run up to the table and hooked from the pack some thin ladies' cigarettes. She grabbed the scissors, which were lying nearby, and began to cut off them in rags until they turned into a heap of pieces of paper and tobacco, that she threw out with disgust to the garbage can.

"When I am sad or I don't feel myself well, I go to the market and buy the cigarette pack. And I imagine that I saved some unlucky life from a recurrent phase of the death by punishing with cigarettes in a like manner. I imagine that somewhere on this cursedly enormous and inconceivable small planet one person didn't get a nicotine drug. I could do like this with other kinds of dependences too, but even for the sake of the honorable and self-satisfing aims I should not lose liberty, I think," she laughed.

Heaven was surprised of her. Of her thoughts. Of her acts.

"You are amazing," he said it holding Joy by the hand while they went to the supermarket.

They bought up about twenty different cigarette packs and punished by fastidious ways ribboning them whole night.

And laughed.

Laughed so sonorously and gladly that it seemed that the end was irreversible close, and this day, this night were last for two abandoned by the world souls.

They loved each other.

***
She opened her eyes again and smiled feeling on her cheeks the cold drops of tears. She did not want that spectators saw them, but she could do with herself nothing.

Music rolled up by waves breaking up on seaboard stones of thought and whirled away in nowhere by taking with themselves a glassy dancing girl, who whirled, whirled, whirled so fast that the tears dried on her cheeks.