Françoise Sagan. Whether you love Brahms? (№ 304868)

He stood still, glancing at her. She smiled slightly.
- Good-bye, dear.
He leaned toward the car window.
- I can't live without you, Paul.
With a jerk she started off to the face did not notice tears, tomanivi her eyes. As an afterthought she included "janitors" and she laughed bitterly this ridiculous gesture.