I will not say what his name was - this is superfluous, I sent him my works for viewing, their company was looking for a freelance artist. Now I may be mistaken, but it seems to me that he was particularly hooked on my very “raw” sketch of the site with the face and eyes of a girl, like a hunted cub, with eyes lit with fire on one side, and water on the other. It was like a premonition - some kind of wonderful meeting, with a soul just as it hurled and searching, like its Soul - at that moment in life. I will speak further from the third person, I just see them now, as if from the outside. They met, talked about the project, about the design, about the current graphic task, she tried to focus on his words, but it turned out badly. She looked at this poetic face, nose and eyebrow line - so much like the faces of Roman marble warriors and his lips, suddenly feeling quite clearly that she wanted to kiss them, painfully tender and long. And the sound of his voice gave rise to a feeling of slight dizziness inside, whirling like a waltz. I do not remember their conversation in the office. I remember clearly - his hands, fingers, easily fluttered on the keyboard ... you can write a poem about male palms, sometimes a man's hands - like frozen music, proportions, length of fingers, nail shape, everything is so harmonious and perfectly combined in a frozen melody form and the lines of the hands are courageous, restrained and so reliable. You want to hide your face - in these palms, dissolve with them without a trace, and this desire is intolerable.

It was already too late and did not want to part, and when he offered to walk around the night city, drink a light beer in a night cafe - why not? She was free then - like a bird, she wrote poetry, painted, came up with a design, fell in love, and worked a lot, and she wanted so much to meet “Her” person, you know, almost childishly jump into this feeling, just like children jumping from the breakwaters fish in the boundless blue sea. She had not yet lost, some kind of enthusiastic and innocent perception of life, because it is lost over time - almost everyone. Waiting for a miracle and hopes for the best is lost.

When something wonderful happens in your life - it's true - the simplest things are painted with the color of “fantastic realism”, they walked along the night street, talked, laughed, and it seemed the velvet of this summer night, the rustle of cars behind the houses and the sounds of the big city, filled air anticipation of passion and tenderness. The illumination of the night lanterns emphasized with its counter-light the special Roman profile. They found a bench in the shade of the trees, conveniently located on it.

“Can I hug you by the shoulders?” He asked, it sounded so chivalrous — simple and delicate.
- "Can". They talked a lot about the future - that it seemed to him that it was “stuffy” in his hometown, as if there was little room for his plans and hopes. Therefore, he came to the capital. And it so touched her, she felt that he could really CAN achieve a lot in this life, and really burn in his area of ​​work, the way he dreams. He loosened his tie a little, undoing the top button of his shirt, his light gray jacket, which was very expensive, was unbuttoned ... how this damn silver color went to him. She looked at the neckline of the shirt, where through the night the contrast of the body with the pale blue collar and the outline of the slender neck showed through, and her throat was dry, her throat was burning inside. The thin, slightly salty smell of “Paco Rabanne”, which mixed with the smell of his skin, stirred the mind.

When he called her to his house, she agreed - is there a sense to jam and break? If she so mentally wants - his lips? Not because the No.-no. Number of milliliters of beer was drunk, even before this desire — it was clear and definite. When he hugged and kissed her on his balcony, I don’t know how to describe ... did you feel like your feet turned into cotton, and you both soar above yourself? She can not understand - so far, what happened then. It's true. It was not the first in her life male kiss and hug.Emotionality often plays against its owner. And then the emotions covered her as an unstoppable mountain river. And the heart, it is like a window - swung open to meet, and the solar wind inside, like white and golden light. This wind - burst out of her body, such emotions are difficult to forget and erase from memory. Then there was passion, many, many times, the desire burned inside so much, and she screamed with passion, again and again. Orgasm, like a nine-ball storm - covered her headlong, and it seemed to her that this “Solar wind” enveloped them both like a veil.

Then morning came. And he was very careful and delicate - he told her that “he was not ready for any definite, serious relationship”. Well, that said then. Truth and certainty of intentions is always the best. No matter how difficult it is. He just arrived then, to conquer the capital - this city and the sea of ​​beautiful women, the lights of avenues and squares, the frantic pace of existence, the adrenaline of highways, night clubs and his own expectations, all this tinsel and fake ghostly shine of life in the capital, covered his head. This happens with people. Often. Discrepancy of plans, goals and desires of the Soul. For three weeks it hurt badly, the region of the heart was a dull, strange pain in the depths. Pain - like passion, was - tangible and palpable physically, is that the case? Then passed. Since then, she tries not to go into the departments of men's perfume, so as not to accidentally catch the smell of "Paco Rabanne", as one famous doctor said: "The brain learns instantly and remembers everything." A person is a creature enduring and strong, and you can get used to the lack of love, believe, and continue to live.

MM is about you, with love, 2005