White Angel

By EDGARS AUZIŅŠ

This story is about a young boy who dreams of changing his life, making friends and finding love. And also about a mum who wishes her child only the best. But is she ready to give him the right to happiness? He wants to fulfil his plans, she loves him with a suffocating love. Where is this leading? Colourful characters and unexpected plot twists, multi-layered narrative and social implications make this detective a great book for more than one evening.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: EDGARS AUZINS
• Release date: Apr 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224687992

EDGARS AUZIŅŠ

Dzimis 1989. gada 22. decembrī. Absolvējis Rīgas Juridisko koledžu. Profesijā nav strādājis, bet apguvis programmēšanas prasmes un pašlaik ar to nodarbojas. Kopš 2022. gada ir personīgā uzņēmuma vadītājs, kas nodarbojas ar transporta pārvadājumiem, kā arī programmēšanu. Dzīvnieku, īpaši suņu, mīļotājs. Born 22 December 1989. Graduated from Riga College of Law. Has not worked in the profession, but has acquired programming skills and is currently working in it. Since 2022 he has been the CEO of his own company, which deals with transport transport as well as programming. Lover of animals, especially dogs.

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 1

Night fell on the city . Everything was plunged into darkness. The lights went out in the windows of private houses on the outskirts of the city. Silence spread everywhere. The gate did not creak, its hinges were liberally lubricated with machine oil. In the vague outline, one could make out a man who was dragging a huge travel bag behind him. The burden was not light. He clumsily tried to carry the bag in front of him, but the shovel in his hand got in the way. It was difficult for him. The shoulder could barely support the weight of the bag either. He quickly walked across the road. At first he walked through the grass, constantly bumping into low-growing bushes, because in the dark he would not have seen his outstretched hand. He knew the field well. Intuitively, he found a spot he thought was perfect and dropped the bag on the ground. Relieved of the heavy load, the man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palm and tried to catch his breath. He looked up at the night sky and rejoiced in its darkness.

He took a shovel and started digging, it took a lot of work to dig a hole for that big bag. First you need to carefully remove the grass cover. Like this one. The cruel moon, however, looked out from behind the clouds. He was not happy; he felt more confident in the dark. Finally a bag was placed in the hole. He hastily covered it with earth and happily trampled it to compact the earth. I did not forget to cover everything with grass. There are hardly any passers-by here. But if someone happened to wander into this place, they wouldn’t notice anything unusual.

He was overcome by a previously unknown feeling of freedom. Freedom! He straightened so that all the vertebrae in his back cracked. He walked back at a leisurely pace. He did not forget to take a shovel with him. Here is the way. Then he became wary, has anyone seen him? He stopped, looked around carefully, and listened. The night bird slipped quietly past him. He was disturbed by the rustling and sounds of the night. Human beings? There was no one nearby. He stood motionless, shook the ground, felt a stick lying on the grass in the darkness, and used it to clear the shovel from the stuck earth. He crossed the road calmly and leisurely. Without the gate creaking, he entered the yard. He stuck the spade into the flower bed and entered the house. Here is the bed. Silence rang in my ears. He lay down, curled up. His strength left him. He fell asleep.

CHAPTER 2

Autumn. It’s worth nothing in late rainy autumn. Cold, slanting, exhausting showers cut through the nearly bare trees, hanging in great, heavy drops. You cannot order your heart. What difference does it make, what time is it outside? Vadim is in love. She is not like everyone else, in his opinion, she is extraordinary. She is thirty and slim. Thick brown hair just below her shoulders frames her round face. Green eyes, naughty, upturned nose covered with freckles that do not disappear even in the coldest winter. Nina is a carefree laugher, she somehow looks at life very simply and easily. And what? God has not taken away our health. Arms and legs are in place. Her family is not rich. Yes, and family, mom and Nina. Her parents divorced when Nina was four years old. where is father Gone, gone from their lives. Moved from place to place, now no trace to be found. After school, Nina got a job as a cleaner in a large grocery store, and now she is a saleswoman. They lived, did not lose heart, not richly, but friendly. Mother and daughter were like friends; and they will whisper and rejoice together, and weep if anything. Nina fell in love at the age of nineteen, the son Kolya remained, but Nina never became his wife. Well, that’s okay, life doesn’t end there. Grandma supported. He will grow up to be a helper and protector, to the delight of his mother and grandmother. Kol will soon be ten years old. Indeed, a good boy is growing up, lucky for both mom and grandma. It’s like they’ve won a lucky lottery ticket. He studies well, assistant. What else can I say?

CHAPTER 3

Every day, Vadim went to work and back by train. Forests, meadows, cozy settlements and big cities flashed behind the window. Vadim loved to look at the houses flashing outside the window. He represented their owners. Who lives there? A family or maybe someone languishing alone? Here is a neat two-story private house with a red iron roof. Around behind the fence is an orchard with a gazebo. A happy family probably lives here. As proof of his fantasies, Vadim, driving by, saw the family working in the garden or relaxing in the gazebo several times. So Vadim looked at each house, sighing quietly. No, he wasn’t tired of looking out the window. To tell the truth, if it had been possible, Vadim would not have got off the train at his station at all. He would rather drive and go to unknown countries or at least places than go home.

But here is his station. Vadim got up and went to the exit. He will soon be thirty-five years old. What does he have in life? Friends? There is no one. «It happens?» — thought Vadim. He walked along the railroad track. He did not take his umbrella with him. The pouring rain soon made his dark, slightly curly hair wet. Drops of cold rolled down the collar of his jacket, making Vadim shiver. It was an unusual street, it was built along the railway. Trains used to run endlessly along this railway line, but now trains run here infrequently and slowly. The closer Vadim came to his house, the more deserted and deserted his street became. Thus he reached the desert. The vacant land is overgrown with grass and bushes. The last house is Vadim’s house. The wooden fence has recently been painted green. Vadim painted it after work for several evenings, even though he was very tired — mom ordered it. Vadim opened the wooden gate. No, it didn’t squeak because the hinges were liberally lubricated with machine oil. Vadim lubricated them — mom ordered.

He wanted to slip unnoticed along the asphalt path, through a small tidy yard inside the house. The path had flower beds on both sides. The flowers on them always bloomed in all seasons, except winter, of course. And now, in the twilight of a late fall evening, yellow, burgundy, and blue oaks were blooming in the flowerbeds, the newest autumn flowers. Vadim planted them with his own hands to please his