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Среда, 17 Ноября 2010 г. 00:02 + в цитатник
В колонках играет - тишина :)
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Настроение сейчас - немного грустное

Нашла запись, сделанную в школьном дневнике за 5 сентября 2010 года. Это было за два дня до того как мои родители и Витя должны были уехать на Украину.

I used to never like the tree cotton-wood. It started shedding leaves late in the summer reminding me of coming of autumn late in August. The fall has always brought sadness and loneliness to me. I thought that everybody abandoned me. Even the flocks of birds were streaming to the South. It felt like everything and everybody was falling asleep till spring, except for me.

I thought that I was alive only during summer. I always associated summer with a holiday, joy and happiness. I knew that during summer I was going to see all of my relatives and friends, and that was the only thought that kept me alive. Actually, it was not a life, it was an existence.

During this year everything has changed. My doings, appearance, the way of thinking. I fell in love with autumn. It is so different, fickle, just like me. Leaves falling down, the wind, the cold and slush do not scare me anymore. They are just harbingers of change. The fall symbolizes wisdom, time, femininity. My grandma always liked fall. I never understood her before, but now I do. Now, when we are separated by the half of the world.

My family is going to Ukraine the day after tomorrow. I am staying here. At first I was very sad because of that but now I am kind of happy. I do not want my relatives and friends to see the new me. They are not going to recognize me and they probably will not accept the new me. That is why I would rather stay here, alone with my thoughts, and will wait for the spring to come...

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