Character: Midori Kobayashi. Page 2

- Do you smoke?
- In June, threw.
Why?
- Tired... Wake up at night, and the cigarettes run out... And smoke is terrible. So and left. I don't like when something connects.

Hello.
- Midori, it's me. Midori, I want you to see and speak with you. Want we started all over again. But you in my life there is nothing more to want. I love you.

Can do anything to me, never hurt me, okay? Too much pain accumulated, I have so far. I just want happiness.

But when they come for me bury me. When you hug me, think about me. You know what I mean?
- Completely.
And more... you Can do with me whatever you want, just don't hurt...

Parted. Finally - said Midori, got a "Marlboro", covering from the wind the fire lit.
Why?
Why? cried Midori. - What are you, nuts?! Know the rules of the subjunctive mood, versed in mathematical progression, you can read Marx, but do not understand these things? Why ask again? Why make the girl to talk about it? Because I love you more than him, isn't it obvious? I may want to love and more cute guy, but what can you do if you fell in love with it?
I wanted to say something, but his throat seems clogged, and I could not utter a word.

- How much do you love me?
As if melted and became oil all tigers of the jungle in the world.

- Do you like loneliness? she asked, propping hands on his cheeks. - Travelling alone, eating alone, sitting in the classroom in the way.
- I don't like being alone. Just looking for some extra not Dating, ' I said. - To the people once again not to be disappointed.

- Tell me something - said Midori, hiding her face on my chest.
- What?
- What you want. Was pleasant to me.
- You're awful nice.
- Midori, she said. - Say my name.
- You're awful nice, Midori - recovered me.
- How terrible?
- So cute the mountains crumble and the sea shallow.

And this is what I decided then and there: "She, on their own find someone who will be a year-round love me for all hundred percent". How old I was? About eleven or twelve.
- Hey, I said admiringly. And how are the results?
- Not so all simply, replied and Midori stared at the smoke. - Apparently waited so long that eventually lifted the bar too. The difficulty is that now I dream about the ideal.
About ideal love?
- What? Even I had thought. I need just selfishness. Perfect selfishness. For example, now I'll tell you what I want to eat a cake with strawberries. You have to leave everything and rush to buy it. Out of breath, bring me cake and I say I got sick, and throw it out the window. That's what I need right now.
Yeah it seems to love has no relation, - confusedly I said.
- Has. Only you don't know this, - replied Midori. - There's a time for girls is very important.
- Throw cake out the window?
Yes. Want my boyfriend said: "Understood. Midori, I understand. Himself had to guess that you rashochetsya cake with strawberries. I'm a bloody idiot and pathetic fool. So I'll go and find you something else. What do you want? Chocolate mousse? Or cheesecake?"
And what will happen?
- I will love such a person.
- Doesn't make any sense.
But for me, it is love. Nobody, however, could not understand it.