"We met when the leaves were falling down to Earth, breathing with golden autumn. I was meant to teach you, you were meant to listen to me - so you did. You tried to do your best, I tried to hide my best.
My name is Lusy and yours was much nicer - Allen. The first site of you made me feel alive, I thought I had died before you stood right in front. Our...sorry, my love, seemed like a buterfly that was afraid of the fire, but you on the contrary were willing to absorb it all. Your eyes in front of a class searching for love, badly, I wonder if I was the only one to notice. You never showed a slight interest in me in particular, but in knowledge only. I think I'm quite a good tutor, you were the perfect student. When we met for the first time, you dreamed of life you had had before. U've came back from another country, the wealthier than our native one and I sure wasn't the person with whom U wanted to share your dreams. We were just meant to be apart" -dedicated to my friends.
[ Continued ] I love you then (2)
I was the friend of them both and that was the hardest part of it. Lusy was my English language teacher at school, and I would never have thought that I'd be her student at the university. Besides we lived in the same street so met each other quite often outside the school doors.
Lusy was young, too young looking for studying the pupils and even more while taking a position at the university. There was one big BUT about her, the way she behaved was an exemple for experienced tutors, there always stood silent at her lessons, it was forbidden for the flies to make noise nothing to say about students. We respected her and a little afraid of her, but liked somehow as well.
Allen is my friend still, and I'm his. We felt immediatly as being relatives for ages. During our first year of study I got to know not much about him, but saw him all the time. He was one of those who liked to spend their time in girls' company, staying the secret of it forever. We often visited the cafe next to our univesity, having some candies and tea. We liked to communicate and always respected each other. There were 5 of us: me, Eleonora, Victoria, Allen and Sandy. We epreciated our company so much that that never asked about something unless someone started to tell themselves. We thought Allen was of non-traditional orientation, cause none of us knew the same boy, who liked to spend so much time with the girls and talked about fashion with such a pasion.
I loved you then 3
I knew them both very well, and I think it was me who knew they were of the same kind before they got to know. Our English classes were full of laugh and communication - one of the methods Lusy was proud of.
Once we were answering by terms and Allen had to answer after Sandy - a brown haired girl who belonged to our company as well. My term passed so I was free to analise the answers of other students. When Allen stood he looked like being confused of something, and I couldn't get what was the reason of such behaviour.
-So, are you ready to answer?-asked Lusy paciently. Allen seemed ready but afraid of unseen things.
-Well, I think I am but I do not know if I am correct....-Being very short he sat down and grinned at me. I knew it was a bad sign.
-What had come into you that'd forgotten your words?-this was the first thing I asked Allen about while leaving the classroom.
-This teacher just gets on my nerves and I can't understand her, that is what had happened!-replied Allen in a manner I noticed rarely him to use.
-It's strange, I consider her as good one, and can't understand why are you so touchable with everything she does or does not.
We were to have another English classes next day. I was curious about secrets.
I loved you then (4)
"Today's English class was quite a difficult one, and some students couldn't understand the whole material I was trying to explain to them",- the thoughts like these were coming into Lusy's head after every class. She liked it to be perfect, she liked when she saw the reason of making next step in the eyes of her wards. She just wanted to be the best for them.
After coming back home from a long working day she continued to think about her job, tasks and knowledge. She was sitting in her comfortable kitchen chair when a new flash came into her mind and did't want to leave it. She was confused of it and afraid of it. She was thinking about Allen. His today's answer made her feel ambarassed because she couldn't get if it was her fault that this young boy was not able to put his thoughts together. The main explanation was that he didn't like her style of tutoring. Lusy tried to pull bad thoughts out of her brains, it was the way to nowhere. She knew many teacher who stepped onto bad boat and had a constant dissagreement with their students, they tried to get something but rarely gave something instead. They wanted to be respected but never respected students; they wanted to be loved by them but never loved themselves. She wantеd to give but receive something back.
"Oh, what a fооl am I, how could I be so unattentive to this child, maybe he has some problems at home or maybe he feels bad. We have class tomorrow and I'll try to find key to Allen's heart"-Lusy went to sleep with a smile on her face. She was proud of herself, of her ideas, was willing to see Allen next day and try new methods of breaking the ice between them both.
Allen was trying to invent a story for being able not to come to his English class....
I loved you then (5)
I walked to the English class listening to Celine Dion's "Right in front of you", she was great, I always admired her voice. The birds in the trees were singing profusely and made the atmosphere romantic. Almost at the door to the university building I met Sandy, who looked happy and satisfied with life around us. The feelings like this can't be apart from students' camp especially in early spring. The classroom was empty at first site, but in the left corner I noticed Allen, he was repeatting the homework Lusy gave us before. He didn't notice me:
-Hello, how are you? Still being afraid of Miss Strictness?
-Oh, don't act cleverly like you're never afraid of her...
-Nope...are you?
-Don't know!
-I think you wouln't feel like that if she was old and ugly, you are not afraid of Lusy but of the feelings you have near her,-Kathy's voice sounded mockingly.
-It's not the question for you, you know her for a long time and you live on one street...
Kathy prefered not to discuss these arguments. Sandy entered the class, they were not alone any more, chat was over.
I loved you then (6)
"When I entered the class today all students stopped talking and waited for my orders concerning our work. Fair speaking I didn't care about any of them but one. He didn't look at me, he just stared in the book. Eleonora raised her hand asking to let her read her homework I had given them before. I didn't want to concentrate their attention upon me, thus let her to answer first. If I didn't let her, I may suppose that other students might have thought that I had some bad ideas about punishment of Allen for yesterday's slope.
When he stood up I tried to pretend being cold. Elleonora, happy with her excellent mark wanted to prompt to Allen something but I told her not to do it. I wanted to hear his own ideas. Can't understand what was it: either my look or expression, but in the middle of his answer I caught the eye of Kathy glancing at me with interest...
I had to admit that the answer was good. This time Allen was perfect: his grammar, pronunсiation. I praised his try.
...I knew Kathy since her childhood. I always tried to make her love English but all my tries were falling flat. She was a sunny person, with yellow hair like that of the sun and very polite...always. I always knew she liked me as a person, but she couldn't make her to like English. There was a kind of a treaty between us - I stopped trying to make her love my class, she participated it without wish to know it.
...We liked to have the cups of tea during long summer nights when she was too small to date so late at night and I was too busy with my work to go for a date. At times it seemed that Kathy knew me better than I knew myself.
That look of her at today's class made me curious. I knew that look of her quite well to let it passed unnoticed. She had it when wanted to make some evil things which she'd have doubted after...for sure.
I loved you then (7)
Lusy was sitting in her chair having a cup of tea. "The life of today's youth is full of temptations: drugs, abuses, alcohol and even sex still there's no passion in it. They tend to be better than the previous generation but forget about their future. They can see a lot, they may hear a lot but they won't feel anything,because their souls are blind. None any other person in the world has the possibility to observe the tendencies of modern world but the teachers. The true teacher always takes care of its wards, students, pupils. The teacher is the doctor, but not of the body, but of your soul".
It was strange to her how did young people are not interested in modern litterature, she could speak about it for many hours, however there were some who read Paolo Coelio's books, but Lusy herself couldn't share the same opinion.
...Almost empty cup of drink made Lusy to stand up and have her favourite book to her hands. It was the one of Rishard Nuri Guntekin "Singing bird", which young woman liked to read over and over. It was about life of turkish girl who escaped her fiance on the eve of their wedding, because she found out that he betrayed her with another woman. Well, the story itself was very touchable and recalled many associations in Lusy's had about her own life.
I loved you then (8)
The phone was ringing for several minutes already, but the person to whom the call was adressed didn't hear it. A young lady was listening to her favorite music. When Kathy took her mobile she saw there were 5 calls untaken. The person who tried hardly to reach her was Eleonora - the 17 years old blond, who had not much responsibilities in her life but to take care of her beauty. Blue eyes made an impression of having blue blood in her veins. Her hair was long and healthy, not the one that the most girls have nowerdays. Eleonora was slim and pretty...she loved Allen and would never let another person to have him. Till now she had not cared about his not being her official boyfriend, because he was known to be alone, but now....
-Oh, hi, I'm so glad you have recalled me, I suppose you may help me to clear up the situation...-Eleonora spoke emotionally.
-Yeap, I suppose I can, who else...-Kathy's voice sounded as though this situation was not new.
-Do you know something about Allen's girlfriend?
-Allen's what?!It's nonsense, he doesn't....
-Oh, yes, he does have her, Mark told me at today's date...You know, he asked me to walk with him, I wasn't busy, so agreed....
-And how Mark can know it? As I know they are not friends with Allen. Is he sure?
-Well, I am sure after what Mark told me...He saw Allen to buy the Valentine's card with a love poem in it!
-Now I see, but you know, Allen has cousins and mother to whom he bought the card. All in all, St.Val is not just about lovers but about love in general, love to your relatives is also taken into account,-Kathy wanted badly to end up this conversation and find out what's going on here. She herself didn't believe in high spirits of Allen towords his family.
-Really? Maybe you have right, because if you don't I'll find out who that secret Allen's lady is and make her suffer for taking something that is mine.
After Kathy put down the phone, she felt like being struck with thunder - their Allen was not just their any more...
I loved you then (9)
Kathy was willing to see Allen on the next day after Eleonora told her about his new passion. All the road to their class she was thinking about the irreality of this whole situation: Allen never showed a slight interest in any girl from their company; Kathy, herself, has never seen him writing a love letter to anyone; and, besides, she couldn't imagine any girl by his side, it seemed that no-one suited him well.
On the day like this it is hard to see the person you'd like to talk to on the university campus. All around are happy to enjoy the last warm days of autumn, it's like a treatment you should take for sure to be able to wait for spring through cold winter. Kathy saw no-one but unknown people around. Many were watching through the windows of the building, standing silently and observing those who sat on the benches outside. Sandy and Victoria stood by one of the high trees, wispering about secret Kathy didn't know about yet.
-Hello girls, how are you, any news from the world?-Kathy didn't want to mention exactly the topic she was interested in the most.
-The world is Ok, but Eleonora is furious,-Victoria tried hard not to show her delight with the situation they were all facing now-Allen's LADY. Victoria was a pleasently plump girl, with a non-colored hair, and with no make-up on her face at all. She believed all the unnatural colors didn't match to the girl who was approved of individuality in every person. Victoria didn't like Eleonara in defenite ways, nothing to say, but adored their company as one of the demonstration of real friendship among different people.
-FURIOUS?
-Yes, the gossip about Allen's LADY is already spread in the whole campus,-continued Victoria with a satisfction on her face.
Suddenly Kathy turned her head and saw Lusy who was leaving from the university building with a small gift bag in her hands. Lusy didn't look happy, she was rather frustrated - something that was strange to observe if you have a gift bag in your hands.
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