The Novel With The TV

There lived an actress. Not held. That is in a youth she went to a drama school and even made there uncommon success. Especially in Maria Stewart's role in Schiller's tragedy. When she, proud and rebellious, behaving herself with a big dignity, was conducted on execution, in a hall cried. But then Marina had not did in theatrical, but in other institutes to do already was late. And Marina passed courses of the cosmetician. And now almost every day tweezed of different young women hairs.

But in the evening she watched TV. Also plaied, tried on herself all roles, especially in love stories. At first Marina watched the acquaintances before finalizing on actor's, which flashed in serials. But serials were so much what to observe of destiny of each of acquaintances it was impossible. And Marina preferred films.

But not only in films Marina saw herself. Once there was a transfer «Federal judge». Marina correlated herself to the young woman in a blue jacket which accused of murder of own child. But Marina knew: with such appearance it is impossible to be guilty. Though Marina never was married, and she did not have children, she has imagined herself this woman.

In transfer suspicion had passed to the husband. Marina felt, that and this it is incorrectly. She founded in a notebook phone of the person with the same name, as at the husband of the heroine, and decided to call him to encourage, tell, that he is not guilty and to ask him not to be afraid to tell the truth. But Marina has told only that loves him. The guy has become puzzled and has asked to talk about it tomorrow.

But the husband in the TV told that that day came godmother of the child. It was found out that it was made by she. The truth revealed and that the husband had a novel with she was however, found out also. And Marina any more did not wait for a call from the guy.

At first she waited that any man, which looked the same will call, and all at them will be good. But anybody even from friends did not call, - all have been frightened by Marina's strange calls.

Marina hastened every evening home. After all there she was waited by the long-term illusory novel with Menshikov, with Bezrukov. She did not go on appointments (after all she has such gentlemens), and time was not – all were eaten by the TV. She forgot (or at all did not know?) as it happens actually. And the most important thing, it arranged Marina. She at all did not represent, as can be in another way. She was quite happy. Her novel with the TV lasted all life.

Elena Ponyatovskaya