Evgeny

Daylight was fading as Evgeny made his way across the city. It was a late autumnal evening, and the last vestiges of the days sunlight were disappearing. Now the sun was setting behind the domes and spires of the St Petersburg skyline, then ultimately into the gulf of Finland.

The streets were alive with people, on their way to their own particular destinations, to homes, bars, restaurants, theatres, cinemas, meetings, etc, Evgeny had a destination of his own.

He had arrived in the city the previous evening, on a direct flight from London Heathrow. This morning after a leisurely breakfast he decided to go and appreciate some art at the world famous Hermitage. It had been sometime since his previous visit, and this visit did not disappoint him either. Later he returned to his hotel, The Astoria, and tried to relax before the evening.

He tried to read, but managed very little, his mind was pre-occupied. So he listened to some music and in particular his favourite composer, Vaughan Williams. This relaxed him and while he listened he also watched the local inhabitants as they made their way across St Issacs square. Time passed very slowly.

Evgeny bathed, and readied himself for the evening ahead. There was time so he decided to walk, advancing along Nevsky Prospect, Evgeny stopped to admire an overcoat in one of the many exclusive clothing stores that adorn this avenue. He entered and tried it on, it was a quality item and it looked good on him. It was a little cooler in St Petersburg than he had anticipated so he decided to buy it. The shop assistant said she would wrap it up for him, but he told her he would like to wear it now, they chatted and he complemented her a little. She was a lot younger than him, but she appreciated it all the same, and he was also flattered that she had paid him any attention.

Evgeny was now advancing in his years, and for all he had had to endure, the years had been very kind to him, he still looked good, he knew it and so did the young shop assistant.

So bestowed with his new overcoat, which now discreetly disguised his dinner jacket, he made his way out back into the sodium and neon glare of the lights of Nevsky Prospect. His destination was approaching, The Grand Hotel Europe, he checked his watch, he was punctual, as always.

That morning Tatiana had taken the short flight from Moscow to St Petersburg, now she was in the suite that Evgeny had secured for her, at The Grand Hotel Europe. She appreciated his gesture and was enchanted by the interior and the opulence

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.07.2018
ISBN: 978-3-7438-7392-6

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