Откуда счет ступеням - Глава 6 часть 2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When Hannibal returned to the car, he found Will the Bentley stretching on the hood. He changed into a protective color of his pants, a checkered flannel shirt and a blue windbreaker, the long sleeves of which reached it almost to the tips of his fingers. The faint incorrect light of the moon emphasized the sharp lines of his face and neck.

“Come here,” Will called, not opening his eyes.

Hannibal readily reduced the distance that separated them and carefully sank to the hood, which still kept heat from a heated engine.

-Do you know anything about the stars? Will suddenly asked Will.

-Mo I can determine the location of well -known constellations. Orion, Pegasus, Andromeda, some others.

-Astronomic navigation. One of my father's friends tried to teach me this when I was eight or nine. When I became older, these lessons came in handy. Wherever you are, you can always find the road with the help of the starry sky alone.

-And you decided to continue studying navigation?

-Yes. When I was fourteen, I worked in a minute on a boat, which was intended to catch lobsters. The owner was a retired military man who dragged me his books on cartography and logistics. His children did not mind, all the same, modern fishing vessels are stuffed with electronics.

-In navigation in the stars there is a certain charm.

-It is more reliable. Stars do not need recharging.

-But they can hide clouds for days.

“I can always wait until the clouds are dispersed,” Will smiled. - He also taught me to recognize the constellations. He said that it impresses the girls.

-Indeed?

-How amazing, but yes. Constantly new at school is not as bad as it might seem. None of the girls remember you with a seven -year -old, overturning orange juice on her head.

-And you seemed to them by someone new and therefore intriguing.

-That new, definitely.

-And you are going to tell me about the stars?

-May be. Will this impress you?

-It will be more difficult to impress me than you have already succeeded.

Will rolled on his side, leaned on his elbow and leaned over Hannibal, pressing it to the hood, as before to the wall of an abandoned clinic, a feeling that Hannibal unexpectedly found quite pleasant. Will outlined his lower lip with his finger - easily, barely touching.

“Tell me that you love me,” he said quietly. An impeccably unread expression froze on his face, the impermeability of which Hannibal himself could envy.

-For what?

-I want to know with which face you will lie to me.

-I should be convincing, right?

-Yes. Let it be your best attempt.

Hannibal looked into the distance, then focused on a pale blurry spot - Willa's hand, looming right before his eyes - looking for words that could be considered convincing. The desired phrase came to mind even faster than he expected.

-I do not believe in the existence of love, but if I believed, I could definitely call feelings in relation to you that way.