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A.P.Chekhonte

Groom

The man with the blue nose went up to the bell and reluctantly called. Audience, hitherto comfortable, uneasily, flustered ... By Platform Trucks rumbled with luggage. Above the noise of cars began to stretch rope ... The locomotive whistled and rolled up to the cars. Its trailer. Someone somewhere, bustling, smashed a bottle ... There was a sound of farewell, loud sobbing, female voices ... Nearly one out of the cars were second-class young man and young girl. The two said goodbye and wept. - Farewell, my darling! - Said the young man, kissing the girl in blond head. - Goodbye I am so unhappy! You leave me on the whole week! For a loving heart that's an eternity! About ... schay ... Wipe your your tears ... Do not cry ... From the girl's eyes tears flowed, and one teardrop fell on the lip of the young rights. - Farewell, Varya! Regards to all ... Oh, yes! By the way ... If you see there Mrakova, then let him now this ... These ... Do not cry, my dear ... Give him Here are 25 rubles ... The young man took from his pocket and handed her a twenty Vare. - Bring up to give ... I owe him ... Oh, how hard! - Do not cry, Peter. On Saturday, I will certainly ... come ... You do not forget me ... Blond head leaned on his chest Petit. - You? You forget? Is this possible? He hit the second bell. Peter squeezed in their embrace of Varya, blinked and roared like a boy. Varia hung on his neck and moaned. They went into car. - Goodbye Sweet! Lovely! A week! The young man was the last time he kissed Varya and out of the car. He stood at the window and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to start the wave ... Varia dug into his face with his wet eyes ... - Aydite in the car! - Commanded the guard. - Third call! Praashu you! He hit the third call. Peter waved his handkerchief. But suddenly his face fell ... He slapped his forehead and ran like crazy in the car. - Varya - He said, panting. - I gave you for Mrakova 25 rubles ... Darling ... Give a receipt! Hurry! A receipt, my dear! And as I forgot? - It's too late, Peter! Ah The train started! The train started. The young man jumped from the car, he wept bitterly and waved his handkerchief. - Send me just a receipt in the mail! - He shouted, nodding his blond head. "After all, What a fool I am!" - He thought, when the train disappeared from view. - I give money without a receipt! A? What a mistake, childishness! to the station, be on his way now ... My dear fellow! "