Cold autumn city, dusted with a morning fog ...
Теzа has woken up from the chilling draft which has slipped through the slightly opened window leaf which has tickled рук naked back. Now she is alone, hopelessly luxuriating, embracing the cool pillow, that had a rest beside all the night long.
In the afternoon it was drizzling, same easy and causeless, as well as her tears. Now she looks with the blue eyes full of a despair, loneliness and weariness in the grey sky, yes ... somewhere the sun is shining, it is just invisible behind a layer of all of these suddenly piled clouds.
« This rain wouldn`t be for me so vile if you would be near with me. And night wouldn`t be so cold, if I would fall asleep in your embraces. » - yes so, she has told it to nowhere, with a hope, that it will be heared ...
Теzа lived in small small town Boshime in the south of the Great Britain. The mysterious harbour drew her all attention, every day she looked at a decline, enjoying a fragrant smell of the wild roses blossoming almost in an every yard. So it`s what she is, english girl from a poor family, sits alone on the stone ledge, sprout with a moss coz of a constant dampness, the sun already comes nearer to horizon, a rain ..., has disarranged its ringlets a serene wind. She recollects those July evenings when she was pleased with all essence to a rain ... because for someone it was a good fortune. But now it only hides her tears ...
By the night, having returned to a small demountable flat, she has put on favourite scarlet shoes and went to a local pub where during such time was going to dance salsa and bachata a significant amount of tourists to hide somehow the loneliness. Drunk sights, closeness, loud already annoying music, obscene ladies - all it bored also disgust ...
« Теzа! Теzа!!! » - some noise through the music, and again it is distributed through all nois: « Теzа! Теzа!! », the voice seemed to be known, she went threw the crowd of dancing people in delirium and ...
« Теzа, wake up! It`s already a morning, wake up sleepyhead! » - at a heat with fear she has opened her eyes ...: « Good morning, Chris » - she was stammering while speaking, then with a relief sighed, yes ... it was only a dream.
-lovely, I missed you so much!
Chris has smiled in the answer and has kissed her hot forehead... _
- Today It is raining since the morning , and we love rains, give rise, we shall not lose a time.-the guy has told her more loudly that it has heard sleepy Теzа from the next room ...
Теzа has woken up from the chilling draft which has slipped through the slightly opened window leaf which has tickled рук naked back. Now she is alone, hopelessly luxuriating, embracing the cool pillow, that had a rest beside all the night long.
In the afternoon it was drizzling, same easy and causeless, as well as her tears. Now she looks with the blue eyes full of a despair, loneliness and weariness in the grey sky, yes ... somewhere the sun is shining, it is just invisible behind a layer of all of these suddenly piled clouds.
« This rain wouldn`t be for me so vile if you would be near with me. And night wouldn`t be so cold, if I would fall asleep in your embraces. » - yes so, she has told it to nowhere, with a hope, that it will be heared ...
Теzа lived in small small town Boshime in the south of the Great Britain. The mysterious harbour drew her all attention, every day she looked at a decline, enjoying a fragrant smell of the wild roses blossoming almost in an every yard. So it`s what she is, english girl from a poor family, sits alone on the stone ledge, sprout with a moss coz of a constant dampness, the sun already comes nearer to horizon, a rain ..., has disarranged its ringlets a serene wind. She recollects those July evenings when she was pleased with all essence to a rain ... because for someone it was a good fortune. But now it only hides her tears ...
By the night, having returned to a small demountable flat, she has put on favourite scarlet shoes and went to a local pub where during such time was going to dance salsa and bachata a significant amount of tourists to hide somehow the loneliness. Drunk sights, closeness, loud already annoying music, obscene ladies - all it bored also disgust ...
« Теzа! Теzа!!! » - some noise through the music, and again it is distributed through all nois: « Теzа! Теzа!! », the voice seemed to be known, she went threw the crowd of dancing people in delirium and ...
« Теzа, wake up! It`s already a morning, wake up sleepyhead! » - at a heat with fear she has opened her eyes ...: « Good morning, Chris » - she was stammering while speaking, then with a relief sighed, yes ... it was only a dream.
-lovely, I missed you so much!
Chris has smiled in the answer and has kissed her hot forehead... _
- Today It is raining since the morning , and we love rains, give rise, we shall not lose a time.-the guy has told her more loudly that it has heard sleepy Теzа from the next room ...
