frozen

The man who smiled last time.

It's getting colder and colder in Baku. my friend and I just decided to go back to sweet home. On the bus stop there was sitting one old man, he was just smiling at me. He has so kin eyes. I felt I was sitting in front of a firework and my died grandpa was looking at me (I've never seen any of my grandfathers).
He was trying to say something to me. but freezing weather was disturbing our conversation so hardly, that I got stone-deaf.
Yes, I was watching to his eyes and trying to understand the speech without words. But I wasn't able. Anyway he continue giving me warmth.

- OK, Giorgi 79 came, we should go?
- sorry? oh yes sure!
- come!

Today I was a bit warmer then yesterday. And here we are on the same bus stop. and again the man. now I was waiting to meet him. and I smiled. but happened what was unexpected, his face was frozen. Oh, an I felt so frozen inside. I continue to look at him. I was trying to read his eyes or other part of the face, but everything was frozen on it. And around him, everything was stopped.
Today our bus came soon.

And now I’m sitting in sweet home in front of computer... maybe he's sitting in front of fire on a cardboard and trying to melt ice, which people make.
sorry grandpa that human are so unhuman ...

Giorgi Rodionov