LITMIR.BIZ

      To tell your own story without hiding a single movement of the soul, neither good nor bad, is to relive it again. Despite the many sorrows associated with her, this is the only thing I live by. The most dear to my heart memory.

      Mysterious, flashing living light diamond. Sometimes I take it out to once again be fascinated by its brilliance and again hide it in my bosom…

      It all started over two years ago, in the evening in May. I remember it to the smallest details.

      Dribble warm rain, crazy, carefree. With one touch, he removed all worries and blatantly lied about happiness. At the end of the street we traveled, was located a small square. His darkness was tempting to breathe freshness. I asked to stop the car and went out.

      The smell of sticky leaves excited the blood. I was still desperately young!

      Feeling a surge of strength, I would have swept away like a foal, on thick wet grass where the horizon is visible, to tear its boundaries.

      My companion did not guess my desires. I was gloomy and taciturn. My business was serious, and I did not take off the mask. I stood under a wet tree, breathing in the spring air mixed with the smoke of my cigar, pondering one deal. But for some reason my thought this evening galloped from side to side, like my foal. pondering one deal

      The rain broke, encouraged by elastic leaves.

      Then I first saw her. My darling, my beauty.

      In pink tights, short skirt, thin as a needle. Long hair was wet in the rain, brown eyes gazed stubbornly and cheerfully under the light bangs. She was walking with her girl – friend.

      Hugging each other around the waist, the girls slapped right through the puddles.

      Drunk air circled the young heads. They sang, not paying any attention to me

      “They became too small for me. Your grated jeans. We have been taught for so long lo-o-o-ong …”

      Wake up in the spring, sonorous birds – a mockingbird!

      So it began.

      Hi girls.

      – Hello, crispy, – she answered, barely glancing at me with a look, – why such a handsome man? From which gypsy camp?

      And they passed by, laughing and not waiting for an answer. She did not need an answer, a minx. I asked a question to make my girlfriend laugh. I did not interest her.

      I got into the car.

      – Follow them quietly, brother.”

      We went up.

      – Shall I give you a lift? Wetted at all…

      She sparkled her white teeth.

      – We do not sit in the cars to unfamiliar gypsies.

      The girlfriend said: “Never!” – And again they laughed.