Prakticar B Mount To Nikon

New Year

- It's your wife?
- No.
He looked away, his frail figure and banging his heels, made her somehow more evanescent still, it was eaten at night, already. She stopped to light a cigarette, her legs were bare as in winter, and her blond hair streaming down her black coat, she had to get very cold. It looked like she was expecting, but it does not turn around.
No, what could he say to another, she was too young to be married, she would never be his wife, she would probably never be someone's wife, he could not imagine being the wife of - the man who asked the question had eyes alcohol it was as if it was apparent that this issue to exhale in one breath-
- It's a shame, I would have welcomed. She is very beautiful. From a distance I saw it already and she was very beautiful. I could not let her go like that and then it is very cold, you would not let her leave like that.
She had disappeared now, he even heard her heels, her body dancing on its heels, it was somewhere in the night, may have returned - he could remember, her, yet For a moment it was her dark eyes, she spoke almost without looking, and a moment, she looked up at him was like the dark liquid, like the night suddenly enveloped, seized him - under his cloak he guessed a dress so light it was almost his body now, she shuddered, her fingers blue, her hair blond and very clear as the night around her face-
- It's not often you see a beautiful woman, I do not know, I 'm shook a little, it does not look like someone you might imagine, is like an apparition, you see, and now I know she is somewhere and she is very beautiful. You would not let her go like that.
The man had probably been drinking heavily, he had a warm voice of his drinking, his eyes very bright, it did not seem to want to leave, as if expecting her to come back to tell him yet Once, she was very beautiful.
He did not answer. There was probably no answer. Despite the alcohol had seen the man as he himself had seen, and he understood. She did not drink again, she spoke in a voice very clear, it was like the silence, soft, reassuring, in the deserted street. And then she was gone, she could only leave again, it was this silhouette receding, dying in the night.
The man finally decided to go in turn.
- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.
He stood alone in the deserted street.