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And yet we are different;)
We walk along the boulevard, May sun caresses the skin, light warm breeze caresses our faces. We hold hands.
- Narva me flowers! - Plaintively asks it.
Involuntarily looked back, tore beds of daisies and cornflowers, and hands her a bouquet. Her face stretched into a smile, she is with undisguised pleasure sniffing flowers, and we move on.
- Come wander? - Looking into my eyes, she says.
I take her by the hand, and we begin to spin. Passers with interest look at us: someone with a smile, someone hostile. Before my eyes - her luminous joy smeared face on the horizon, houses and trees. Stop and go further.
- I'm tired! - It is capricious.
We sit down on the bench, huddled together. She clings to me, as if begging for affection. In her eyes I see a spark of guile. Gently pull her head to her and kiss her on the lips. She closes her eyes and answers.
I think that love - a great feeling. We are well together. We were all day at work, each in their own, and dreamed of this moment, every second thinking about each other.
Love - is when the other girls did not arise. A favorite on - rises, but it is not important. As well just to be near her!
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We walk along the boulevard, the sun beats down my skin, wind ruffled my hair. We hold hands.
- Narva me flowers! - I demand.
Looking around, like a thief, he rips off some beds of flowers, and hands me. I strained smile, for the sake sniff the flowers, and we move on.
- Come wander! - I demand.
He clumsily grabbed me by the arm, and we begin to spin. Passers with interest look at us: someone with a smile, someone hostile. Before my eyes - his frowning face on smeared the horizon, houses and trees. Stop and go further.
- I'm tired! - Inform me.
We sit down on the bench, huddled together. He roughly pulls me to him. In his eyes I see impatience and lust. As a starving beast, he bites into my lips. I close my eyes wearily - come what may.
I think why did I meet with him? I do not like him, and he want me to do only one thing. The whole time I was horrified waited for this moment. He disgusts me, this rich uncle bespectacled overgrown with yellow teeth and big belly.
Love - it's fun for the affluent, so says my mother. And if I want to get out of poverty - I just have to be patient, smile at him and become his wife. And then ... Then it will be easier.
© 06.10.2004 Unique
wildone_ua
- Narva me flowers! - Plaintively asks it.
Involuntarily looked back, tore beds of daisies and cornflowers, and hands her a bouquet. Her face stretched into a smile, she is with undisguised pleasure sniffing flowers, and we move on.
- Come wander? - Looking into my eyes, she says.
I take her by the hand, and we begin to spin. Passers with interest look at us: someone with a smile, someone hostile. Before my eyes - her luminous joy smeared face on the horizon, houses and trees. Stop and go further.
- I'm tired! - It is capricious.
We sit down on the bench, huddled together. She clings to me, as if begging for affection. In her eyes I see a spark of guile. Gently pull her head to her and kiss her on the lips. She closes her eyes and answers.
I think that love - a great feeling. We are well together. We were all day at work, each in their own, and dreamed of this moment, every second thinking about each other.
Love - is when the other girls did not arise. A favorite on - rises, but it is not important. As well just to be near her!
**************************************************
We walk along the boulevard, the sun beats down my skin, wind ruffled my hair. We hold hands.
- Narva me flowers! - I demand.
Looking around, like a thief, he rips off some beds of flowers, and hands me. I strained smile, for the sake sniff the flowers, and we move on.
- Come wander! - I demand.
He clumsily grabbed me by the arm, and we begin to spin. Passers with interest look at us: someone with a smile, someone hostile. Before my eyes - his frowning face on smeared the horizon, houses and trees. Stop and go further.
- I'm tired! - Inform me.
We sit down on the bench, huddled together. He roughly pulls me to him. In his eyes I see impatience and lust. As a starving beast, he bites into my lips. I close my eyes wearily - come what may.
I think why did I meet with him? I do not like him, and he want me to do only one thing. The whole time I was horrified waited for this moment. He disgusts me, this rich uncle bespectacled overgrown with yellow teeth and big belly.
Love - it's fun for the affluent, so says my mother. And if I want to get out of poverty - I just have to be patient, smile at him and become his wife. And then ... Then it will be easier.
© 06.10.2004 Unique
wildone_ua
