You dont mind if I start cooking? Yakimov asked shyly. I have to feed the kids in an hour, and I havent even started. They chatted peaceably about nothing, seemingly. What kind of people lived in the cottages? What did they do? Who did you have to be to be able to afford it? It wasnt very convenient without municipal transport, of course, but everyone here had a car, and sometimes more than one. The Yakimovs, for example, had two, one for the wife, the other for Zhenya you never knew what could happen during the day, say, if he had to take one of the children to the doctor or make a quick trip to the store.
Nastya smoothly switched the conversation to Neighborhood Watch, which was used widely in many countries to prevent crime.
Yes, Zhenya agreed, in apartment houses that would hardly work, but in districts of individual houses theres a point to it. You can see the neighbors houses well. And then, if you know the residents, a stranger stands out. Especially during the day when you know no one is home.
Five minutes later he told her that he rarely saw strangers in Daydream Estates, at least in the daytime. He couldnt say about the nights because it was dark and because even though they lived far from midtown Moscow, there were plenty of visitors, sometimes whole groups. No, he had never seen a stranger lurking with no apparent reason. Nastya explained her interest by saying she worked for an insurance company that planned to offer coverage to individual homes, including theft and robbery.
Suddenly Zhenya started listening warily. The sound coming from the living room had changed. There were no computer game noises anymore.
Excuse me, he muttered and quickly left the kitchen.
He was back soon enough, but the reproach had not left his mobile features.
Is something wrong? Nastya inquired.
Nothing special. Mitya was playing computer chess again.
And that upset you? Is that bad? she asked in surprise.
Its too early for him to play chess, Yakimov announced firmly. He must play games that develop and instruct, building his attention span, reflexes, and small motor movements and coordination.
Nastya was going to point out that if the boy played computer chess, that was proof that he was developed and instructed, but she held her tongue. After all, it was no business of hers. He was the father and he knew how to bring up his child. She should stay out of it with her views on intellectual development.
Zhenya, what was your profession? she asked.
Engineer. I graduated from the Construction Engineering Institute.
And what do you plan for your children?
Whatever they want, he replied, somehow reluctantly. They havent demonstrated any special talents. You know, the apples dont fall far from the oak.
What did you say? She laughed. I never heard that expression. Is that a proverb?
He smiled, as he went on mixing the meatloaf ingredients.
At college we used to transform traditional sayings and proverbs. We even had competitions. For instance, Dont spit in the well, it wont learn new tricks.
Cute. Any others?
Wednesdays child fell on its face.
It took Nastya a second to remember the verse: Wednesdays child is full of grace.
I like it!
She could see Andrei pushing the wheelchair with Vladimir on the other side of the road. Yakimov had his back to the window, and didnt see them, so if she needed to, she could pretend not to have noticed and go on asking the father of the three sweet children about the residents of the cottages. But Nastya decided not to push it. All in good time.
There they are, she said, getting up. Thanks for taking me in, Zhenya.
* * *She could not tell whether or not Solovyov was pleased by her arrival. But it was quite clear that his assistant Andrei definitely did not like it. Naturally, the young man did not say or do anything hostile, but Nastya could feel his displeasure the way young brides feel the dislike of even very polite and friendly mothers-in-law.
After the first visit to her former lover, Nastya tried to learn what disaster had befallen him, but she could not find out in two days. It was not the result of criminal violence: all information on murders and serious bodily harm in the Moscow region ended up on her desk and from there into various reports, tables, files, and eventually her home computer. She would not have missed the name Solovyov, even if she had wanted to. Her memory was always good, and she would certainly remember Volodya Solovyov as long as she lived. He had left too painful a mark to forget. Well then, his legs must have lost their mobility as the result of some illness. Could the illness be related to the death of his wife, Svetlana? What did she die of? As far as Nastya knew, Vladimir and his wife were the same age, and therefore, she had died quite young, still in her thirties.
You promised to come on Saturday, Solovyov noted. Have you become irresponsible?
I warned you that I had changed. I guess in some ways, for the worse. Did you wait for me?
I did.
He smiled so warmly and tenderly that for a second she forgot all about everything else.
Your boy doesnt seem to share your feelings, she said evasively. Do you think hes jealous?
What does he have to be jealous about? Solovyov said in amazement. Hes not a son who gets upset when his widowed father brings home a new woman.
Hes not a son, Nastya thought. But he could be homosexual. Just as you could be, my once passionately beloved Solovyov. But out loud she said something completely different.
You know, when a man does womans work, he develops a womans psychology. Your Andrei feels like the lady of the house, he cooks and cleans and takes care of you, and suddenly some female shows up. She tracks in dirt, keeps you from your work, and he has to serve her coffee, yet.
Dont be silly, Solovyov shrugged off the idea. Why dont you tell me about yourself instead. How have you lived all these years, what have you been doing.
Thats not interesting. I had a boring life, did the same old things, and in breaks moonlighted as a translator. How about you?
I He laughed strangely. I led a frustrated life.
What do you mean?
My life could have been completely different, but as a result became what it is.
As a result of what?
Various events. I planned to move abroad twice, and twice I couldnt do it. Theres a bad sign hanging over me. As a result I became an invalid and now I most certainly will never leave Moscow, much less Russia.
And how did it happen? Did something stop you? Something? he repeated sarcastically. Fate. Fate stopped me. I wanted to get a divorce, marry another woman, and leave with her. Just then Svetlana died, and I could not leave my son here alone. The woman left as she had planned, and I remained.
And the second time?
The second My legs let me down. Where could I go in this condition?
Nastya saw that he did not want to get into detail. All right, she could find out what she needed without him. But it was strange that he didnt want to share with her. As far as she knew Solovyov, he had always enjoyed whining and complaining, telling how miserable he was in great detail and how he had been hurt. He had always needed sympathy. Of course, that was twelve years ago. He was different now. As was she.
What did you tell your husband when you came here? Solovyov abruptly changed the subject.