I once realized that there is always a different point of view.

I sat on the couch. Lydia was lying on him. Her head was on my knees.

“Tell me, please,” she said, looking at me from the bottom up. How do you think men have logic?

In the sense?

In the real sense. Do you remember our second date? When did we walk around the center and catch the rain? And we stood in that arch overlooking the Kazan Cathedral.

I remember.

You were in a beautiful shirt. All so thoughtful and mysterious. And my dress was a little wet and stuck in the right places. And I stood so romantic, bowing to the wall. Then a rainbow appeared over Kazansky.

Well, I remember...

and AGA. And I was expecting that you would approach me like a real macho, hug my hands and we would kiss. And you? Instead, you looked at me somewhere behind my back and said, “Oh, this wasn’t the rat running through there?” and five minutes later you talked about the rats. There are a lot of them in the center of Peter.

I was confused.

So here is. Lida continued, "But when a couple of days later, after a sad movie, we went through the bedroom area by the washing, you decided that it was time to confess my love. She stood up and sat in front of me. I really don’t understand how it works for you.

I did not know what to answer her. It was quiet in the room. Her face was next to mine. She stared intriguingly into my eyes.

Finally I said:

Do you want tea?