Посвящаю эту историю моей любимой сестреночке Анютке. Она уехала к бабушке, и я по ней ужасно скучаю.

The day of the wedding was fixed at last and Mr. Smooth was proud of himself. He was encouraged by George to write a new song about unfortunate love and to dedicate it to Jane. Mario was very happy today. Everything was happy, because of the sunny day, because of the smell of the roses in the garden. After George had recommended and explained a new system of watering the dearest for Mario roses the garden awoke from the sleep. So, Mario took the spade and went out. He wanted to give the flowers a piece of his love, a piece of himself, because after the marriage he had to go to Australia to record a new Jane’s album. George promised that he would buy tickets and reserve a room in a hotel. The rings were bought, and the ring for Jane was the most beautiful that Mario could find. He couldn’t believe that Jane soon would become Mrs. Smooth. Was it good? May be, it was. Who knows that? He thought about it until the way home. When he saw the door of his house in front of his face he remembered that he had left the key on the table with all the instruments and noticed scissors in his hand. George warned him to be more attentive. But Mario never listened to his advises, but subconsciously followed them. Besides, George promised to phone that evening, but didn’t do that, that’s why Mario left his mobile phone at home, now he was pity about that, because wanted to see George immediately. Suddenly he remembered Susan’s letter. Where’s she now? He loved her and could do everything that now he does for Jane… “… and we will always be together. All my love.” And her “S” rich in hand. Was he pity about his past or his present? Did he really love Jane? He thought he did, but he even thought he still was alone and no one could save him…