Girl For French

 It was the thirtieth of October. Yellow leaves fell down from the grey trees. She was going to a party. Beautiful handmade female mask hides her face. She has the book by Nabokov in her hands - "Camera Obscura". I used it as an reason to talk to her. The novel was first published by "Modern Notes" and "Parabola" (Berlin - Paris) in December 1933.

She was twenty years old, and she loved Russian literature. It's so nice when people from another country tells you that the first association that comes to them when they hears the word "Russia" is Russian literature. She read most of Tolstoy, Dostoevsky and Turgenev.

She wore a light beige coat and a red knit cap. Long blonde hair penetrated beneath her cap.

She had very good English and a light French accent. I amused the English «cool», which she, like many French, pronounced softening end.

Her bus stopped at the traffic lights. Autumn frenchmen crowd held at a pedestrian crossing in front of the bus. I asked her mobile phone number. She did not have a pen. Me too. She wrote a number by red nail polish on the surface of the book and gave it to me. It was paperback and French text .

Bus arrived. She jumped inside. Hissing doors closed. Gray smoke stream escaped from the exhaust tube. I thought about global warming.