shipeniem, s zheleznym grohotom poezd, obdal teploj vodyanoj pyl'yu, smyal  vse
zvuki, sumasshedshe zachastil svet zheltyh okon, i to propadalo, to poyavlyalos'
v etom mel'kanii stranno podnyatoe k Sergeyu lico Lidy, ee shevelyashchiesya guby.
   - Peredaj Bannikovu, chto ya ego nenavizhu, -  s  trudom  razobrav  slova,
uslyshal on ee golos. - A  ya  dura,  tryapka,  devchonka!  YA  nenavizhu  sebya!
Ponimaesh', Serezha? A ya dryan', glupaya dryan'! Esli  by  snova  byt'  chistoj,
esli by snova!..
   I, ne soglashayas', gotovyj v kakom-to  isstuplennom  poryve  nezhnosti  i
proshcheniya   obnyat'   ee,   uspokoit',   skazat'    chto-to    opravdyvayushchee,
zashchititel'noe, on smotrel v ee ozhestochennye  glaza  i  chuvstvoval,  kak  v
gorle tihoj bol'yu davilo, i on ne mog nichego vygovorit'.
   "Tak zachem ona?  -  podumal  on  s  otchayaniem.  -  Ona  dobraya,  umnaya,
krasivaya. No zachem ona igrala v kakuyu-to strannuyu legkomyslennuyu zhenshchinu?"
   Potom on ostalsya odin na platforme. Dal'nij shum poezda zatihal v lesah,
davno uplyla v noch' krasnaya iskra poslednego vagona, i diko,  neotvratimo,
slovno raduyas' beshenoj svoej skorosti, zakrichal  v  chashche  parovoz,  rozhdaya
moshchnye zvukovye perekaty: "Proshcha-aj!"
   - Proshchaj, - prosheptal  Sergej,  tol'ko  sejchas  ponyav,  chto  on  bol'she
nikogda ee ne uvidit.
   On soshel s platformy, sel v telegu i vdrug, kak by opomnivshis',  besheno
pognal loshad' v chernotu nochi, podal'she, podal'she ot etoj stancii.