Girl From Train E-Book

Pavel Artioukh

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

The story is about two people – a man and a woman. About him and her. They are of different ages, with different backgrounds and mentality, from different cultures and countries of origin. The Fate made a bad joke to let them meet each other. It should not have happened but it did.  This is a story about a man who was blamed in crime and sentenced just for one love song. It sounds crazy but it happened in real life.

Leseprobe

Pavel Artioukh

Girl From Train

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Acknowledgements

Acknowledgements

First and foremost for my friends who help to make my original script readable. If you will fined some mistakes and misspellings they would only mean that I added this after professional editing.

I can not fully express my gratitude to all my musician friends and especially to Philip Scrivener who open to me a new world, world of music and musician. And Paul Cook Bluesman. This big guy pushed me quite hard to believe in myself and in my ability as a musician.

To all good people who did help me in my dark days.

And special thanks to the person without whom this story would have never happened.

Prologue

Prologue

I'd like to tell you a very unbelievable strange story, but very beautiful and romantic.

The story is about two people – a man and a woman. About him and her. They are of different ages, with different backgrounds and mentality, from different cultures and countries of origin. The Fate made a bad joke to let them meet each other. It should not have happened but it did.  This is a story about a man who was blamed in crime and sentenced just for one love song. It sounds crazy but it happened in real life.

I knew nothing about her, or almost nothing, but I knew quite a lot about him. He was a middle-aged man but looked a little bit younger. He did not try to. Maybe he looked exactly how he felt. He was married, although  his marriage was unhappy.  But he accepted his responsibilities as Fate.

He had been lonely for a long time. From the age of 14, from the day when his parents divorced, and he had to make his choice between his wealthy father and very ill mother. He did not realise then how difficult it would be to survive. But even if he knew it he still would have made the same choice.  But it is out of the scope of this story.

Let’s just say, he had been lonely for a long time.

THE STORY

 THE STORY

Beginning

Beginning

He worked for a quite famous fashion company in outer London as a software developer. One day he was temporarily sent to the Head Office in central London. He found that he needed a train to Cannon Street from the railway station in his town at... let’s say at time x.

In the morning he arrived at the station. He walked along the platform and had no decision which carriage to take. Suddenly, in the middle of the platform, he spotted her. He could not explain why she attracted his attention. She was somehow different from people around. He felt it but did not understand what exactly made her so different. And she was beautiful in some special way. And again he had no idea which one. She was just special. He took the carriage. 

On London Bridge she got out of the train. He continued his way to Cannon Street. He decided that he would never see her again. And it made him a little bit sad.

“What can I do. Nothing to say bat it use to be” , -  he suddenly recall the line from Smokie song. 

“Such is life.”

  He did not know yet that it was only the beginning of a long, long story which nearly landed him in prison.

The next day she was on the platform again. He was so happy to see her. That time he got out the train on London Bridge. He was walking not far away from her but he worried if she decided he was after her. In the area of the underground gates she went to Jubilee line, and he to Northern line. He had no idea to follow her.

It was not a sexual attraction. He was a man, and he knew how men could get animal instincts. He knew how a male body could react to female curves. It happened to him as it would to any other man and he was not ashamed. It is not important what you feel, but how you manage to control your animal instincts. He could. He could suppress  any kind of bad behaviour provoked by instincts. It looked like he never got angry. It was not true. It was just that he could cope with any kind of negative feelings.  All human beings are complex creatures. We all are half of an animal and half of the something else. This something makes us a human.  And everyone’s being human depends on the way they can manage their wild animal behaviour.

No, it was not a sexual attraction. It was something else, something that people call love. He was not shamed. He did not understand why anybody can be ashamed for the feeling which only a human can feel. He was happy that he was still able to have that sweet pain in his chest.

From this day he used only this carriage. They travelled together to London Bridge then went down to the underground.  Afterwards each travelled in their own direction. She never appeared at the station on Mondays.  He had no idea why and I believe he never found out. And he looked forward to the next morning. The worst day was Friday, as he knew that he would only see her next Tuesday. 

She spotted him too. And it looked like she did not mind his company. He felt that sometimes she was looking at him. They never took seats beside. If she got on the train first he would try to get any seat on reasonable distance but not far away. She was braver, and if she got on the train after him she sometimes would take the seat straight opposite his. Maybe it was his imagination. But if he annoyed her she was free to get a seat far away from him. 

One day she was not on the platform. He got on the train in a bad mood. He was upset. He was always upset when he had expected her to be on the platform but she was not there. Suddenly, when the train was approaching the next station, she appeared if from nowhere and took a seat straight opposite him. It looked like she was late, got into the first carriage she could, and then moved to their carriage. He was happy but at the same time he felt inconvenient. She smiled to him. She obviously did not mind to travel with him.

“What  she trying to say? Does she want me to speak to her? But how to start? And what the Hell can I say?”

He was shy with women. But it was a special case. The girl was obviously much younger than he was. He felt himself uneasy. He understood that he had to stop right then, take other carriage or even train. But why should he? He was not going to have  any relationship. He knew that was impossible anyway. All he needed was just to see her. She gave him some inspiration for living.

They had never looked at each other directly, but if it occasionally happened, she smiled at him. Was it just a polite smile that people usually gave each other on the street? Maybe it was his imagination but he thought they did not need to look at each other. They felt each other, at least he did. There was a warm and nice feeling of the presence nearby of somebody very important to you.

There was another day, but a little bit different. Something had happened with their usual train. It was a train autorotation. A brand new  train was on replacement. The platform was overcrowded. She took a  luggage niche near the door to the another carriage. He wanted to be close, but he understood he should not do any stupid things. 

He stood not far away, something  about two meters from her place. He was doing his crossword puzzle. From time to time he raised his eyes just for a second to look at her. And it happened. He looked at her one more time, and at that time she looked straight into his eyes. There were strange gases, as she studied him, trying to look deep inside.

She was definitely curious about him. She did not turn her eyes away. It was a mysterious warm and deep eye contact. She smiled with open and sweet smile, so sweet that he almost lost his mind. She was looking at him in a very strange way. Women of different ages held their eyes on him a little bit longer than they should, and it happened quite often. He did not know why. One girl told him he looked funny. 

“Why funny?” 

But she looked at him a different way.  He felt the question in her eyes.  

"Who are you, stranger?"

That shadow smile and  beautiful green eyes, all together made her unreal. The way she looked at him was from another world, the unreal one, the world of a fairy tale. She bewitched him.

He wished to cross the border between his world and hers, but he knew that was impossible. They could see each other, but they belonged to different dimensions.  Those two dimensions crossed in different ways, but they had to stay in one they belonged to.

He felt sadness and pain. He wanted to believe in a fairy tale, but he knew it was reality where there was no place even for a little magic. He felt inconvenient, and put down his eyes back to the crossword, and did not raise his head again.

After that moment they would have an eye contacts several times just for a second, and there was sadness in her eyes. Or maybe again it was his imagination.

One day when they came down to the underground at London Bridge, via a narrow tunnel  from the platform, she was straight behind him and may be occasional or with purpose boots his food behind. He nearly fell down. When he looked back she smiled sweetly.

“I am sorry” 

“It's O.K.”, - he replied. 

He wished to tell more but he had no idea what.

“She  just tipped me up! Why?”