Metamorphosis-1. Sensation of the Woman. Georgy Stenkin

lips before joining the «society» of fellow travelers from the subway. But why jasmine?

      She allowed to draw her hand with the book almost to my glasses, but I still did not see anything.

      Shaking my head in the negative, I said:

      «Can you read me this author?»

      – Hm.

      I heard a sound, a smile hidden from my sight.

      – Francoise de Sagan.

      She read, as if for an examiner.

      Yeah! Caught a witch.

      You are not a student or a spouse rushing for family care. You – read French female prose and speak with a Frenchman in dark glasses and a hidden smashed eye…

      I realized that this shade of smell mixed with jasmine and rose.

      This is fleur de oranges, shampoo or body milk.

      Yes. We are admirers of all French…

      I won’t be surprised if she had in her head is not a hat but a gavrosh.

      And if someone says that fate does not exist, then I can ask – by what miracle did we meet here?

      – I’m out.

      Suddenly I heard. Where am I going out? Why – go out?

      A…

      This is her stop.

      Fate is a villain trying to wrest her from me. Will not work. No, she’ll come out. But it doesn’t work out – it’s so easy to separate us.

      And I jump onto the platform after her.

      It is much lighter than it was in the car, so I can see her gavrosh and a skirt with a beveled hem and a short, brown leather jacket, and even a scarf.

      Oh Gods!

      Frenchwoman – in the Moscow metro (subway). What a meeting!

      I take her hand. She does not move away and looks at me smiling. Now I can finally take off those stupid glasses…