Sergei Lukyanenko. False mirrors (№ 289440)

- A hot wind on his cheek, the taste of strawberries on your lips, the stars in the sky, the touch of warm water... in the Summer... It goes so fast, no time to shout "wait!" And I think for a long time it seems that it's still here. In the fingertips is the memory, the memory of summer. A shiver, a spasm, his head outstretched toward the rain, quiet laughter and the occasional smile - summer... still summer. You say that it's already gone, but you are looking for traces of it, running late, no time... But still summer. And you go on his fading footsteps... two hours in the car, three hours by plane, a little walk we go! I don't know where. Come. All for the summer. Small-premalekha. Timid piece of the stragglers of the summer. That's all it takes, otherwise you'll die from the heat... in the Summer...
- Genghis... - I said softly. He had not heard. He caught up with her summer.
- Give me my piece of the summer... And he is with me. Forever. My summer. What was, what is, what will be. Summer forever! I remember how it goes. As the yellow sun melts into the crimson sunset. As the wind begins to smell like snow. I smiled to the wind. I asked him: "Wait!" Slightly! Leave me a little bit of summer! And the wind saw people like me, not once. While it was warm - he did not argue with me. But it was cold, and the wind whispered, "Summer is over". I have believed not at once. But the summer was over. The rain has gone. Cold, dull, gray. <...>
Behind our backs he heard a whimper. I turned around.
Bitch stood against the wall and wiped the tears dirty handkerchief.
- Genghis... He pipe and blew his nose. - Genghis, sing once more about summer? Huh? I do not remember everything. Whatever... "raspberry mouth", "I will long drive a Bicycle"...
- You're a heartless bastard, snarled Genghis. - Heartless and unromantic.
- I? I'm a step down. But you already smoked. But I'll forgive you, Genghis. You only have about summer... Listen, about the spring of the same?
- I can't. Spring is between winter and summer, it is not self-sufficient.