Don't cry

Use fullview it is big resolution drawing if want to see some details. My characters appeared here, Akhtan, Kipchak man who are 42 years old and Vera, Slavic girl who are 21 years old they are characters of my story. Akhtan trying to comfort Vera after they had long dialogue at night and she was stressed about her health and cried.
I will not put it all as it will be Really huge description. So here is not all about this situation, but a part only even not finished dialogue. Written from Vera's POV. I tried to translate it so hard, anyway mistakes can still be here, so if you find correct please. 


   -And.. what was later?- I asked, trying to help Akhtan get out of a dangerous quagmire of his own thoughts.
    - I saw the river, and expanses of sky. I remembered  Leisen, and our daughter with her. Our deceased daughter. I thought of Leysen, but I do not know why I did not saw her face. And, the worst thing, I did not even want to see her face. Not because I fell out of love, or forgot her warmth. I was afraid, Vera. Indeed, with me you were here, you were my new Leisen. You were my true, my only Leisen ...-  the man whispered, and when he stopped, sighed sadly. While he spokes he never looked at me, he looked into the steppe, and it was reflected in his dark eyes.
    - We'll find them, mercenary. Your wife and your sister. - I said, trying to ward off his already, again and again surging anxiety. Trying to calm him. I saw how sad was his face, and how tightly clenched his left hand into a fist.
    - We'll find them. - I repeated again.
    - They're all dead ... They are dead. - nomad answered with Choked voice ,  turning away from me, don't want me to look at his face.
    It hurts, I feel it. Yes, and this stupid dream he just saw, pours salt on the unhealed wound . In addition, in that dream I was, instead of the lost loved one. I did not know what to say, to be honest, I always feel myslef so lost at such moments. What, if my words, can in fact make all things worse? So I only was near and rubbed the tip of my eyebrow.
    Aktan continued:
    - I'm fooling myself. They all are dead. After all, for many years, if they were still alive, at least someone, would have seen them somewhere. I am travelled this lands far and wide ! I never even for a moment sitting on one place, I was looking for them everywhere! - His hand more tightly clenched fist, veins appeared on it.- What kind of man I am?! A man who failed to protect his family ?!
    - Akhtan ... Forget this bad dream. - it was the only words which I said to him, as a mercenary immediately interrupted me:
    - This dream, just a dream, but I felt so good, my Commander ... - he whispered again and his words surprised me. I thought before, that dream caused only suffering for him. -  Such good as I felt myself in this dream, I felt long time go. I had my house again. Even if it only was for a few moments. My family. I had all the things will never have again ...

    His hand, which was clenched into a fist, I suddenly covered with my palm. "The pain of lost homes, that's what we have in common with you, my mercenary" - I answered mentally , but in fact, said nothing. Akhtan turned to look at me, in his eyes cold moon sparkled with  shone endless ice.

    - Do not worry. We will find right girl and marry you so soon! And you will have a family. And a new home. - I whispered with tender smile, trying not to disturb the night. - I also have dreams about my home often. That's why I hate dreams. I hate to wake up, and see that there is nothing around me in real.
     Akhtan pulled his fist out of my hand, and grabbed me by the shoulders, hugged, pulled my head so close to his chest.  His robes smelled with bitter aroma of wild wormwood.
    - I do not want to make you suffer, just because of me, Commander. - While everyone was asleep, Akhtan spoke to me like a good friend, and not as a mercenary to his mistress.
    - What kind of suffering you talking about, we're friends with you ... - I replied, trying to look into the face of a nomad. - I'll help you, I will search for your family with you, if you want ...
    - Friends ... - chuckled Polovtsian, even more strongly embraced me by the shoulders. Such way, he avoid my attempts to look into his face again. His fingers nervously clenched around my shoulder .
    - In my dream, when you were my Leisen, we waited for our first child. Believe me, I was so happy ... I never was so happy in my life...- man said this so hardly.
     Heart in my chest jerked, I remembered my fear, my confusion. Those cruel words from Alan.
    - Hah. What a strange dream, yeah?! - Chuckled mercenary, and said cheerfully, showing surprise.
    - Akhtan ... - I breathed in his robes. - I'm scared.
    - What? How Come?
    - I have no periods. Your dream reminded me of it. After that battle, not at all. - I whispered through a clenched teeth. I never told such things to men before, ever!


the song is so perfectly fit for this artwork ... www.youtube.com/watch?v=346buR…
____________________________________________________________
artwork made by me ©2015 Ktoya in INKSCAPE and Photoshop. using mouse
Characters Vera and Akhtan belongs to me ©2009-2015 Ktoya
Their story also belong to me.
stock used Old Paper Stock
YOU HAVE NO ANY RIGHT TO USE IT!
____________________________________________________________
my artwork is NOT a stock, and NOT a reference. You have NO rights to use it!

This artwork, story, idea and characters may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published,
transmitted or uploaded in any way without my express written permission. All rights reserved!