They’re waiting to play soccer with you again. They’re waiting for you, Tatiana wanted to say to him. “Just you and I, Anton,” whispered Tatiana. “Yes,” he said, squeezing her hand and closing his eyes. “Your leg will heal, and maybe next summer we’ll go to Tauride Park and play soccer again.” “I think you’re right,” Tatiana said quietly. “In August when you came back from Luga, me, you, Volodya, Petka, and Pasha played soccer in Tauride Park? You wanted the ball so much, you kicked my shin to get it? I think it was the same leg.” A faint smile passed over Anton’s face. “Tania,” he said, “remember summer before last?” His voice was weak. Tatiana brought him a piece of Alexander’s chocolate. She stood for a long time-her face pressed into Alexander’s chest, his arms around her-and cried.Īnton’s leg was not getting better. Alexander took hold of Tatiana’s hand and said soothingly, patting his chest, “Come here.”
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