The musician erred in a few notes and left his accordion on his knees.
The Celebration, Dr. Peter, froze, slowly placed his glass on the table and watched Larisa with a reproach.
You didn’t have to talk like that, Larisa. Basil is an honest man and of all feat. Don’t humiliate him anymore.
Larisa has stopped.
His face was changed with dissatisfaction, and his smug smile became forced.
“Come on, Doctor, for even to joke we’re not allowed…
But he never got to finish.
Because exactly then, Vasile got up from the table.
Vasile got up so slowly that at first no one realized what was happening. She straightened her back, smoothed her sleeves of the shirt and looked at Larisa with a silence she had never seen before.
He wasn’t angry. Don’t tremble. He didn’t even seem offended.
And that’s exactly what scared her.
What is wrong with you? She asked, trying to laugh. Did you get up to get me another glass?
