recollecting

So when we were sitting next to ponds, next to ponds where trees are sinking, so when we were sitting next to ponds drinking champagne in the crack of night, drinking champagne to come back soon to Krisis Janra night, drinking champagne to celebrate warm Moscow night, and to celebrate our coming back again. “it will never be as before” u say? . Probably. But I was watching at the sky in the dark water (or at the water in the dark sky) and was remembering clearly one morning at her place. I had a feather in my hear and long blue skirt. I was with my feet and shoulders naked. Step by step I was making a line declaiming Blok loudly. I reached wardrobe and put myself in. Lighted up water-pipe. And dived inside myself.

At this moment she was sitting with big sunglasses and boa. And she was reading Gamlet’s monologue.

There are loads of reasons to drift apart.

But I ask myself – do I have a lot of people in my life with whom I can put myself in the bathtomb with a umbrella in my hand and towel on my head in order to portray a monster, feeling no more then genie enjoyment.

I don’t.