December 06, 2007

internal yards of us


Потому что в Петербурге ты была искренна. Почему так дороги эти три дня – потому что ты была искренна. Сама собой. И счастлива. В Москве ты снова другая. Ты знаешь, нам обоим страшно.

- What was then – that evening?

- Easy. I understood that you can make be upset.

- Oh, and I realized that you can make me cry.

Once I came home and my mom was waiting me with shampagne. I was still in my work black dress, which I put on that day to quit my job. I was still in my work dress when she opened second bottle. What a strange ways our sincerity choose to appear. What a strange places.

You will cry, - mom said

And when she says this person is gonna cry – he will.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

он синий!

5:05 am  

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