Eden

A mysterious city of love without time and space. Adele adored these Parisian perfumes Dior Jadore and Gio Aqua, and he always smells of Bulgury, Davidoff – this smell attracted and confused her thoughts.

And do you know what attracts me most to him? His erudition. In my childhood I had

A toy “Scrabble”, there are all the letters of the alphabet and a board – on it, you could make up words. It has always been exciting to play.

We sat with him on the lawn next to University, decided to play and relax.

Wrote words. He wrote the word “trust”, I wrote – “faith”. He wrote the word “love”. The wind caressed our faces. It was our trip to Shanghai.

Sometimes her heart beat in unison with the city, occasionally tapping the SOS signal. No one answered him except the capital.

And in these moments I go to my psychologist, and we communicate on different topics.

I’m just asking questions.

– Why do people in one place feast and grow fat, and at the same time, they die of hunger somewhere? The world is not at all the same as we imagine it, and we only pretend that everything is normal, but in fact, we live in a madhouse?

A pause from my psychologist. He ponders why such wild thoughts are into the head of this woman and where they come from.

My psychologist lives in his daily routine with clients. And he doesn’t want to know why I was hedonist and asсet at the same time it was too much for him!!! He decided that this questions should be resolved by the client.

When the heart knocks and says “SOS, save me,” I go in for sports or dance. Or I drink a glass of champagne and fall asleep.

I go to my master, he makes me a haircut, which I want, and after a hairdresser, I go to do a manicure and buy a new dress every time, drink coffee and after that I sit, basking in the sun.

The psychologist with an intelligent air explained to me that the struggle of the two began in my soul – the hedonist and the ascetic – inevitably dooming me to chaos. Male and female are intermixed. Many artistically gifted people are weak-willed and contradictory. And I’m also inconsistent and, maybe, somewhat weak-willed. Sometimes I forget what happened yesterday.

The room where the session is taking place. The walls are white, the sofas are dark blue, the smell of sandalwood. It always calmed me down. And still sounded Fur Elise Beethoven.

We did not live long in that city.

I booked a taxi and came to the Tower, it is in another part of the city. Journalists and cigar lovers gathered. Everyone watched the video as if somewhere far away in Cuba they roll cigars by hand. Drank French wine.

He spoke again about life, Adele remained silent and pretended not to hear him.

During this conversation, a random acquaintance, a representative of some magazine sat next to us. He pretended that he did not pay attention to our discussion, although he understood perfectly well what was going on. We spoke English, but our new friend spoke another language. We talked about the old city, what it was like and how the ancient people lived here when they were young. We were nostalgic for the bohemian veins of the time.

By the way, bohemian parties then took place in the hotel in the centre of the city, which is located close to the bund. This is a pedestrian street, along which everyone walks to look at the new part of the town. And behind – all the old buildings.

We enjoyed cigars and wine.

I sometimes like solitude and drink with the city and the building. I usually talk to buildings or monuments on such days.

As always, I was in a black dress, put on a pearl and, when preparing for the exit, put on light make-up.

Solitude! Solitude! Solitude!

We went outside and thought to walk to the dam. He did not want to. We decided to go to another terrace, where no one was. He made some photos for me and kissed my cheek gently.

“I want us to travel!” – I do not want!!!

– Well, then to Thailand, to Vietnam or Bali? “I do not want to go anywhere now!”

– Then let’s go to Moscow? – Maybe!

I have often been to Moscow. I like the city, the river and the monument to Peter the Great that is located on an artificial island. I did not want to go back to the town where we spent time with him. We were there in the winter. In February it was freezing, but we decided to walk along the embankment of the Moscow River. We rode around Moscow at night, playing, pushed each other into a snowdrift, and people hurried home, walked with dogs.

We decided to eat with him. In Shanghai, there are a lot of different cuisines, from traditional Chinese, a lot of Russian and European restaurants, various bars. Usually, I’m not choosy, I eat everything.

Today we decided to try Vietnamese cuisine. He ordered noodles with meat, and I – fried grass and rice.

Rice I ate whole, leaving nothing in the plate because it was grown far and put a lot of effort.

He wanted to pay. But I paid. At this point in my life, he was a friend to me. He had a passion, and I have devotion. The rain gradually dripped, we took a taxi and drove me. He opened

Refrigerator and said that it must be filled, so I did not starve. He knows that I do not have a job now. I enjoy the city, the city – me, and he wants to be somewhere between us? The town filled my soul with calmness, and he – with love. It’s probably divine predestination that we met with him, and if not for him, would I be then? He saved my soul and body.

When the girl’s soul is hovering in the clouds, her clothes and hair are fluttered by the wind. Feeling of incomprehensible comfort and divine state.

I would paint the white walls in blue. Although no. I would replace the white walls on the island and the azure coast. I would admire the blue clouds and luxuriate, bathing in warm water, while he would look at me and praise at the same time.

We broke up at the airport in Hong Kong: he flew on business to Moscow, and I went to Shanghai. We agreed to meet again in Hong Kong, as we already met earlier in New York, Bali and Jakarta.

In Jakarta, they lived in the Kempinski hotel. Adele went for a walk and reached the cathedral. She quietly went into the temple and saw a praying person who was alone. She also often prayed. I prayed that she would be rescued from herself. Sometimes I prayed that there would not be a third world war. After all, if there were a world war, probably, the city of love would be wiped off the face of the earth. And not only the city of love, but the whole world.

We went up to the tallest building in Shanghai, which was called the Shanghai Tower. After that, we went to a restaurant called Aura. And then in the Italian Scene. It was exciting. We drank Italian white dry wine and looked at the city and the river. Jazz sounded in the hall. He gave roses. But I wanted these roses to be alive so that I planted them in our garden and raised a whole roses garden in which our children would run.

Rose of gardens that how will look my future garden.

Or I will live in a big city with no roses?

I like my walks with him when we walk in New York. It was amazing. I love the Central Park. Central Park was my favourite with a lot of people around.

Recently I asked him to make me a child. Time flies, and along with the time I’m flying into the abyss. He has no desire to have a child. What am I talking about? Time, of course, flies, but lousy ecology, maybe, the coming third world war? Who knows…

I left him and very happy!

Although he sent me an Imassage painted heart. For some reason, blue. At that moment, I wondered if there was still a heart in me, or already it was pulled out without anaesthesia. Torn and burned. Now it can never be returned?

Although there is a hope that in this our world love still exists. After all, there is still a love of life, for coffee and for Italian spaghetti in the form of a heart.

We must continue to live, where to go?

I decided to walk in torn jeans and in a woollen sweater, which is already with holes. You know, true love is like a real sweater made of wool. Of course, there are holes in the heart, as if from bullets, but we do not know that the shot is life or death. And love is the same.

Inviting smell of ground coffee, which I just prepared, hurrying for an interview. She looked

A lot of clothes that I would like to wear. I tried on ten dresses, but none fit my mental state of freedom and carelessness. Not suitable for the weather. On the street January, but 13 degrees of heat. As a result, she put on a comfortable silk sweater and a leather jacket, bought once in Turkey. I got on the bus and went for an interview.

Recently I had an emotional burnout because of work, because of the search for the meaning of life and the search for true love. And I went to visit my parents, I met with them, and then I planned a trip to Turkey, namely Istanbul. Where Asia and Europe intersect each other. I really liked the seagulls that fly and the shipping ships. Marmara, which transports people and cars from the European part to the Asian region. I took Metro over the city and under the city. Trams and taxis. Tourists standing in line, and shop sellers offering tea and sweets of the East. I decided to go to the Aya-Sofia mosque and the Basilica reservoir, here you can store 80,000 cubic meters of water. But he was given the name of Erebatan-Saray, which means “The palace that collapsed under the ground”. I like this name. I think that in the end, we all will fail under the earth and from this, no one is ever insured. Someone is just in the distant mountains, as in Central Asia because of unresponsive and young mothers, children fall into the fast currents of water at the age of 2 years and never return, and someone falls merely into old age in a dream. And someone just in a goal at the age of 20, as a girl who lives in a city of love did. And some young guys in the prime of life leave and fail because of the ideological differences of countries. Nobody knows the answer. While I was flying to Turkey, there was a lot of turbulence, and then I too.

I thought about dropping into the palace. If I fail and never come back, what will happen to my relatives? What will happen to the plans that I set for myself? But this time everything turned out. Probably, the universe has its own programs, perhaps for some reason, I still need on this earth. Presumably, on this earth still need a man who is looking for true love and who is continuously experiencing an internal war. War of the material world and the battle of the peace of mind. Walking through the streets of Istanbul and seeing different handkerchiefs, I was so sorry, and why on these scarves are not drawn gulls. And she happened to find that handkerchief with seagulls and the sea. I walked every day from morning till night and was happy. Is it abnormal to travel alone? Is she crazy? Maybe yes! I agree with you! Need to be mad to be a solitary tourist? Well, okay. I really love lentil soup, and kebab, and, of course, Rahat-lukum, and how to do without raki – white aniseed vodka. Voila! While I enjoyed this happy moment of loneliness and amid my fantasy. In a dream before flying back to Turkey, I saw a tree. I saw how I made the Selfie climbing this curved tree, and for some reason, I often saw in a dream a city that is built on the slopes of the mountain and smoothly descending to the sea. This was one of the tips of my angel. On the third day of my trip, I walked without any specific plan, it’s like a leaf in the wind. The foliage just begins to fall, and you do not know where it will fall, so do I. Persistent sellers of the tour of the Bosphorus took me by the hand and sold for $ 20 a tour of the Bosphorus. I accepted and sat on the ship for tourists and swept, the wind stroked my face, and my hair was fluttering in the breeze, I was pleased to inhale this sea air. And left the ship, and went up towards the centre of the city, and suddenly

accidentally reached that very tree from my dream. This is one of the angel’s hints. When I left while I was travelling to the airport, I saw a bus numbered 12. It was a sign from an angel that at that very moment in my life I was supposed to be here, and not somewhere else.

I went into the subway.

There was a message from the past.) And it was from the angel that the lines of the great Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.

If life deceives you If life deceives you, Do not grieve, do not be angry!

On the Day of Despondency, Resign

A day of fun, believe it, will come. The heart lives in the future; The present is sad:

Everything is instant, everything will pass. What will give away, it will be cute!

In the evening I went to drink a glass of mojito.

– There are different girls in the lounge bar. Some by themselves, do not owe anything to anyone, they came to drink, for example, mojito after a long working day or those that especially come to the bar as a job, painted, elegant.

– Distinguish their clothes and manner of behaviour.

– The girls in the first category are dressed, what is convenient for them. Jeans, ballet flats or, maybe, their favourite dress. Faint cosmetics and self-confidence, which rush to the bar in the distance. They even, probably, the men do not really need anything, they just like music, for example, the club.49

Another category: they need peasants and peasants also need them for one night or a maximum of two. This is called buying and selling for them. Business people are used to buying and selling everything in this world. People can calmly buy organs. They can say to the girl: “Let’s buy you a phone” – and think that this is all, the love of a poor girl is bought. It is a pity that you can not give in the face and spit. Angel tells me that such people receive punishment differently. There will be a time when before God they will be powerless. After all, God does not take a bill.

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