She remembers the ant, whom the five-year-old girl wanted to crush with small fingers. Probably, she often did this when she was little. Childhood will come back soon only you will go towards your childhood. Sometimes it is ok to be a child neither than the adult.
Conversation mine with Right.
– I’m not for you.
“I tried to forget you.”
“Try again, forget it.”
– As you can see, nothing happened.
– You can afford anything, but not me. – The creature.
– I miss you.
“Shut up and leave.”
“I do not need you, believe me, I can manage.”
– I have no doubt.
– See you in another life, or, when I die,
Send me roses.
– I want us to be together, I want to enjoy to wait for your beauty, your eyes, I want to see how you smile, I want to feel your smell, touch your body, caress you, I want to explore the touch of your lips. I do not know what is happening to me.
That’s how they swore.
God has presented a woman’s body and a masculine character. One with another is not particularly combined. But if there were no male character inside, then a long time ago this fragile outside of the girl would not have existed.
In a dream, I often get into the Second World War, where I am a five-year-old girl, who was given a piece of bread. And I usually walk around the collapsed buildings. And sometimes I get into the future. There I saw either robots, or drones, without legs, but with a human face. Do they have a soul? I do not know.
How delicious the rain smells and how pleasant it is on its own! You need to try it, and only then can you understand this. What happiness – to stand in the rain without an umbrella!
– I do not want to look into his eyes, he exhausted my strength and my confidence.
– What do you want most of all?
– I missed the family, and on it, I want champagne.
“He probably wants you, too, and champagne… Correspondence with a friend who does not exist.”
A mysterious city of love without time and space. Adele adored these Parisian perfumes Dior Jadore and Gio Aqua, and he always smells of Bulgury, Davidoff – this smell attracted and confused her thoughts.
And do you know what attracts me most to him? His erudition. In my childhood I had
A toy “Scrabble”, there are all the letters of the alphabet and a board – on it, you could make up words. It has always been exciting to play.
We sat with him on the lawn next to University, decided to play and relax.
Wrote words. He wrote the word “trust”, I wrote – “faith”. He wrote the word “love”. The wind caressed our faces. It was our trip to Shanghai.
Sometimes her heart beat in unison with the city, occasionally tapping the SOS signal. No one answered him except the capital.
And in these moments I go to my psychologist, and we communicate on different topics.
I’m just asking questions.
– Why do people in one place feast and grow fat, and at the same time, they die of hunger somewhere? The world is not at all the same as we imagine it, and we only pretend that everything is normal, but in fact, we live in a madhouse?
A pause from my psychologist. He ponders why such wild thoughts are into the head of this woman and where they come from.
My psychologist lives in his daily routine with clients. And he doesn’t want to know why I was hedonist and asсet at the same time it was too much for him!!! He decided that this questions should be resolved by the client.
When the heart knocks and says “SOS, save me,” I go in for sports or dance. Or I drink a glass of champagne and fall asleep.
I go to my master, he makes me a haircut, which I want, and after a hairdresser, I go to do a manicure and buy a new dress every time, drink coffee and after that I sit, basking in the sun.
The psychologist with an intelligent air explained to me that the struggle of the two began in my soul – the hedonist and the ascetic – inevitably dooming me to chaos. Male and female are intermixed. Many artistically gifted people are weak-willed and contradictory. And I’m also inconsistent and, maybe, somewhat weak-willed. Sometimes I forget what happened yesterday.
The room where the session is taking place. The walls are white, the sofas are dark blue, the smell of sandalwood. It always calmed me down. And still sounded Fur Elise Beethoven.
We did not live long in that city.
I booked a taxi and came to the Tower, it is in another part of the city. Journalists and cigar lovers gathered. Everyone watched the video as if somewhere far away in Cuba they roll cigars by hand. Drank French wine.
He spoke again about life, Adele remained silent and pretended not to hear him.
During this conversation, a random acquaintance, a representative of some magazine sat next to us. He pretended that he did not pay attention to our discussion, although he understood perfectly well what was going on. We spoke English, but our new friend spoke another language. We talked about the old city, what it was like and how the ancient people lived here when they were young. We were nostalgic for the bohemian veins of the time.
By the way, bohemian parties then took place in the hotel in the centre of the city, which is located close to the bund. This is a pedestrian street, along which everyone walks to look at the new part of the town. And behind – all the old buildings.
We enjoyed cigars and wine.
I sometimes like solitude and drink with the city and the building. I usually talk to buildings or monuments on such days.
As always, I was in a black dress, put on a pearl and, when preparing for the exit, put on light make-up.
Solitude! Solitude! Solitude!
We went outside and thought to walk to the dam. He did not want to. We decided to go to another terrace, where no one was. He made some photos for me and kissed my cheek gently.
“I want us to travel!” – I do not want!!!
– Well, then to Thailand, to Vietnam or Bali? “I do not want to go anywhere now!”
– Then let’s go to Moscow? – Maybe!
I have often been to Moscow. I like the city, the river and the monument to Peter the Great that is located on an artificial island. I did not want to go back to the town where we spent time with him. We were there in the winter. In February it was freezing, but we decided to walk along the embankment of the Moscow River. We rode around Moscow at night, playing, pushed each other into a snowdrift, and people hurried home, walked with dogs.
We decided to eat with him. In Shanghai, there are a lot of different cuisines, from traditional Chinese, a lot of Russian and European restaurants, various bars. Usually, I’m not choosy, I eat everything.
Today we decided to try Vietnamese cuisine. He ordered noodles with meat, and I – fried grass