Saturday morning unexpectedly
Saturday morning in the metro a lot of air and little people, the people so little that you can find wonderful stories in the eyes of ordinary people.
he and she, in the car they вошли не по-утреннему, он высокий молодой человек, она... сложно сказать, какая она была, её будто не было, вот если помните в старых чёрно-белых фильмах... она была, but always disappeared, vanished in his eyes, and then suddenly appeared and was taken to whisper something to him, it seemed he and only he thought it was so now. now seemed light station, they were kissing ... She disappeared again in that kiss. the car stopped and slowly opened the door, and ... it came out. She froze, petrified, doors slowly closed, and the whole composition boomed edifice suffered car away.
when I will be very lonely, I'll remember her, remember her as only he managed to come up with it.
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