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Darina. Love story
Love story
Viktoria Polileeva
© Viktoria Polileeva, 2019
ISBN 978-5-4496-3707-9
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
the story of the man walking towards
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.