Тигрис Рафаэль - Letters from beyond

he was addicted to heroin. In short, I did not have time to leave him, as he flew from him. I had to give birth. But heroin left its mark and I gave birth to a daughter with a defect, without one arm. In addition, I had a postpartum complication — severe bleeding, and my uterus was removed. That's how it is.

— What happened to the girl? — Robert immediately asked.

— She died while I was in intensive care.

Robert considered. Probably a coincidence. How many girls are born with defects. He felt sorry for Ellen. So much grief befell her. Can from moreover and became without interesting in bed?

The last day of sailing has arrived.

— We sail for New York tomorrow morning. Today is our farewell party.

— Yeah. My tour of Carnegie Hall begins tomorrow.

— I will come to your show.

— Of course. You look and write an article in a magazine.

— Great idea. Now I have become a narrow specialist in ballet.

— At the same time and on ballerinas.

— Well, since we are approaching America, let's get drunk today in the insole of whiskey?

— Great idea.

Viskey did not act like cognac quickly and surely, so they was order another bottle.

— I want you Robert! Lets go to the cabin.

But Robert was in no hurry. His face became serious and concentrated. The drunk dose of alcohol immediately disappeared.

— What is the date of birth of your daughter?

— Why are you need this?

— It's very important, name it.

Helen named the year, month, day.

— Now remember the place where you gave birth. Let me guess. Maybe the city of Nice?

— I didn't quite guess. I gave birth in Marseille. Not too far from Nice. So why are you asking these questions?

Robert immediately sobered up.

— I know where your daughter is.

Now it was Helen's turn to sober up. The hops seemed to have been taken from her by hand.

She died right after giving birth.

And then Robert told her all about the girl Rosie.

For a minute Helen sat absolutely motionless and looked at one point in the middle of the ocean.

— What hand did she have with a defect? Right or left?

— Right.

Tears glistened in her eyes.

— So my daughter is alive and she was hidden in Nice?

— Yes, I have a letter from her to you.

Ellen's eyes widened in surprise.

— Letter? Which? Well, show me!

— Do not trust?

— Not! I won't believe until I see it.

The alcohol is completely gone from them. Helen sat sober as glass and continued to stare into the ocean without blinking.

Show me her letter! she suddenly shouted, and everyone in the salon turned in their direction.

Ellen, calm down. Now I will bring it to you.

Robert got up and walked towards the cabins, looking around uneasily at Helen, who was sitting with a distracted look. He returned very soon, holding in his hand a four-fold leaf from Rosie.

Helen was not in the cabin.

Robert ran out on deck in alarm. She wasn't here either. He ran across the stern to the other side and did it in time — Helen had already thrown one leg and was about to throw herself into the water. Robert knew that she, like him, could not swim, and therefore would have drowned at once.

— Helen! Don't do this, I beg you, — Robert shouted with all his might.

But Helen seemed not to listen to anyone and continued to climb.

Robert made a couple of jumps and found himself next to her. Ellen fell on his shoulder, weeping.

— I'm a useless mother. What right do I have to live?

— You must live. Your daughter is waiting for you. She writes about it in a letter.

— My parents deceived me for seven years. My daughter was alive all this time.

— Do not judge strictly. Your parents didn't want you to raise a defective daughter.

Robert was able to carefully unhook Helen from the railing.

— Where is the letter?

— Here it is. Let's go to the cabin, I'll let you read it.

Helen began to read Rosie's letter and began to sob uncontrollably.

— My heart is about to break into pieces!

The news of her daughter languishing in an orphanage and the stress after reading a heartbreaking letter caused her a strong psycho-emotional push.

Suddenly Helen bit her lips in a passionate kiss. Without wasting time on the shower, they began to rip off each other's clothes. Helen was unrecognizable. From a faceless partner in bed, she turned into a furious fury who reveled in every moment of sexual pleasure. All the power of her muscular body participated in intercourse. Her spectacular hips and buttocks began to tremble, causing even her small breasts to bounce with every push.

Overnight, she turned into a spectacular woman, a loving mother and an ardent lover, and Robert was ready to fall in love with such a person without limit.

— Robert! You are the first man who gave me true satisfaction. I beg you never leave me.

It was said sincerely, from the heart, and it was more than a declaration of love.

— Now we have one task for the two of us — to find and return Rosie, — Robert replied.

Early in the morning, the ship sailed past the Statue of Liberty and safely arrived at the port of New York.

Quickly completing all entry formalities, they drove to the international airport to fly to Paris.

— Are you sure you want to go back?

— Yes.

— What about touring? And Carnegie Hall?

— To hell with all of it. I only have Rosie on my mind right now.

Already getting on the plane, Helen suddenly remembered:

— Robert! But do you still have a lot of things to do here?

— I have one thing to do now. Bring you to Rosie. I promised her this a long time ago, and it was for this purpose that she wrote you a letter.

— Thank you dear for everything.

After 8 hours, they boarded a plane to Nice and ran like crazy through the gates of the orphanage.

— And Rosie isn't here, — the porter startled them.

— How is it not?

Helen nearly fainted.

— Very simple. Just yesterday, a young couple took her away.

— What were their names?

— The young man's name was Pierre.

— Ellen, don't be discouraged. I know where she is. Let's go back to Paris.

Robert and Helen flew into the jewelry store like a bullet. Pierre and Monica were serving customers, while Rosie sat on a chair and dangled her legs. She turned and saw first Robert, then Helen. Rosie jumped up from her chair and rushed to Helen with a cry of "Mother". Her defective hand, along with a healthy one, tightly hugged her mother.

— My dear girl! Now no one will ever be able to separate us, — Helen sobbed.

Many years have passed since then. In the courtyard of an orphanage in Nice, a pretty, richly dressed woman with a prosthesis on her right arm is often seen. She first gives gifts to the kids, and then she goes to the memorial tombstone and carefully lines it with flowers.

— Madam! — the gatekeeper asked her every time, — did you know this Niky and Malya well?

And every time the question hung in the air without an answer.

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