×òî? Â÷åðà áûë äåíü âñåõ âëþáëåííûõ?? |
Äà, âðîäå áûë... Ïîçäðàâèòü òîëêîì íèêîãî íå óäàëîñü, èáî Êîìêîð â ×åðòàíîâî ñíîâà îòêàçàëñÿ ïîäêëþ÷àòüñÿ.... ó âñåãî ×åðòàíîâà, êàê ÿ ïîëàãàþ. Ñîáñòâåííî, ÿ è çàáûëà ïðî ïðàçäíèê.
Ïðîñòî åùå îäèí õîðîøèé äåíü ñî ñâîèìè ïðèÿòíîñòÿìè - çîëîòî ó êîíüêîáåæåê, áðîíçà - ó ëûæíèêîâ, è ò.ä. Èòîãî Ðîññèÿ íà ïåðâîì ìåñòå ïî ìåäàëÿì!))))
Èç ëè÷íûõ äîñòèæåíèé - íàäîåëî ðàññëàáëÿòüñÿ è ëåíèòüñÿ, ïðîñòî òîøíèò óæå. Ïîýòîìó, çàíÿëàñü äåëîì ñ îñîáûì ðâåíèåì)
Ñ íåáåñ íà çåìëþ ìåíÿ îïóñòèëà ìîÿ, òåïåðü óæå áûâøàÿ îäíîêóðñíèöà. Íå çâîíèëà ìåñÿöåâ ýòàê 5. Íî âñå-òàêè, ïîçäðàâèëà ñåðäå÷íî, è åùå íåïîíÿòíî çà÷åì íàâðàëà, ÷òî "ñåãîäíÿ â óíèâåðñèòåòå íå áûëà ïîòîìó ÷òî ïðèáîëåëà". Ëàäíî âðàòü-òî, âñå çíàþò, ïî÷åìó òû è åùå, íåáîñü, ïîëóíèâåðà ïðîãóëÿëè. Áîèòñÿ ÷òî ëè ìåíÿ îáèäåòü, çíàÿ, ÷òî ñ ìîåé ìîðäîé (ïðîñòèòå çà ãðóáîñòü) íà ìåíÿ íèêòî íå ïîñìîòðèò... Íó äà... Ëó÷øå íå çàðûâàòüñÿ â ïó÷èíó ñîáñòâåííûõ äîãàäîê.
Íî âîò òîãäà ìíå ÷òî-òî ïå÷àëüíî ñòàëî...
Àõ äà! Ñåé÷àñ çàøëà â ïî÷òó, ñìîòðþ - îòêðûòêà! Âîò ðàäîñòü! Ïîòîì âñïîìíèëà, ÷òî ÿ ñàìà ñåáå ïðèñûëàëà!!!
À âîîáùå, âñåì âëþáëåííûì â êîãî- èëè ÷òî áû òî íè áûëî
I loved you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm
Your head upon the pillow
Like a sleepy golden storm.
Yes, many loved before us
I know that we are not new,
In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you,
But now it's come to distances
And both of us must try,
Your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another
As I wander in my time,
Walk me to the corner
Our steps will always rhyme,
You know my love goes with you
As your love stays with me,
It's just the way it changes
Like the shoreline and the sea,
But let's not talk of love or chains
And things we can't untie,
Your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
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