27.march.99

Tweety

 People write upon many causes. Many of them have something to tell. Some people are lucky with money making out of it. And every body expresses itself. I began to write having in my mind thought about my good acquaintance. This was not very lucky because prevented me from loosing from her nets. After taking decision I addressed to whole people who might be interesting in it. It became more impersonal and was aimed to like-minded persons, even if it would be one - two men. Both this approaches had altruistic intentions. The figure of listener was important to me.

Both these methods have potential danger you will be nourish wolves of base ingratitude. One can't hurt somebody deliberately. It happens only when his interests come to conflict with others. Russian proverb says: "You can nourish wolf as much as you wish. Finally he will run to the wood."

Some authors are able to put off their stuff without futile hopes to have good ears to listen their hearts. People of the kind either have bright imagination to concoct their listener from ether of imagination. (Such people are the happiest ones - they can have Newton or Galiley as their interlocutors. Either they must have stoical will to express themselves onto universal transcendental reality.

Most writers are not aware of their potential auditory. Some of them write for their friends and to have friends is a great happiness. Some of them estimate theirs auditory to make a benefit of it. It can be called marriage for money in literary way. But as a rule writing people hovered on the wings of their illusions. When they loose their illusion they fall on the Earth without any wish to take a quill anymore.

There is another one sort of men. They are men with ideas. Many of them a bore of the Earth. Their art is always a propaganda without dependence to the quality. Some times it is very refined propaganda appealing to the better feelings. And sometimes it is very cheap but very eager propaganda of paper columns.

I feel need to express myself. Writing is the easiest and safest way to do it. Besides it is a convenient tool too. I tried to talk to people I like. It was ephemeral use. Now I will write not to but about people I like. I take a role of propagandist. Before this I spared you senses. I always feel necessary to do it. I tried to connive to you, your habitual conceptions.

This is no mystery in it - in the conversation you use language intelligible to the other. I tried not to talk about computer with terms to my good acquaintance. I used only English speaking terms on this page. You couldn't find my favorite Russian songs my favorite Russian films and other favorite to me things inaccessible to you things. Also I didn't like to expatiate upon subjects which could be considered as exclusive and which I have. I thought such practice is unfair in the friendly chat.

From this day this practice will be changed. Probably it is caused by losing of my previous temper, but the main reason is - I have no choice. In absence of interlocutors my writing must become a part of propaganda. The explanations could be referred not to lamenting upon somebody but to my malleability to the new living conditions.

The theme for my propaganda will be the way of my living and the bright sights of life, which encircles me. In particular it includes praising the good in the Russians. I want to warn you of making mistake. I don't want to place my things higher then yours I want to equalize them. Everyone feels in his heart, other people are blunter. It begins from attitude to woman and ends to the attitude the people from other countries. Only active and continuous intercourse and contacts can change this.

I will tell you every Russian thinks of foreigners and especially Americans as blunt. I'll tell you frankly, I felt so by myself. By logic I knew it is untrue but with feelings you can do nothing and they were subtle to catch them on the spot. It was only after active using Internet I made my mind definitely. Today nobody can tell me Americans are narrow-minded people. Today I want they could talk about Russians the same. Don't think this is the inferiority complex. I told you about reasons above. This will give me good ground to write further. You can labor under the nature error but your labor can be so good. (I wonder why expression "to give a piece of mind" used for quarrel but not for boasting?)

Talking about propaganda and changing style and conventions I realize danger but I have one case in my defense. Probably you saw on my title page link "Russian Stale." It was my previous page for Russians in general and may-be-friends in particular. One of them said to me once:

- "It is very interesting but it will no work."

- "Why? I thought originality - that is why things begin work."

In that time I was against it I even didn't chuckled about it. Although I knew I can rely on him from technical point of view. He was programmer and made interfaces. But what stung me afterwards, you can say the same about girls. You may be ugly, you may be impecunious, but you must be predictable. But may be I mistaken. The fact is in my link "Russian Stale" I have comment, (not direct appraisal) from Russian girl from S-Peterburg, called Irene. It sounds in my translation approximately so: "Hi, as I promised I dropped on your page. .... What can I say? It is very unordinary and miraculous. ... This is talking frankly. ;-) And it is unlike all I ever seen."

In that place I would say: "And this reminded me about another Irene with whom I was once acquainted." but it would be untrue. It was my intention from the start and the whole idea to tell about her gripped me even much earlier.

28.march.99

Have you seen Figure Skating Championship in Finland this week? I pleased to think about winners in this championship. By the way have you seen women champion, Maria Butirskaya? Good Girl, Eh? Talking about figure skaters you can see all advances of their figures by yourself, but did you look at her face when national Russian hymn can be heard? Recently I talked Reppie in my letter to her and ask her not to watch CNN coverage. It would be much pleasure to me to know she watched this championship instead of any hot news. (If I started to talk about sportswomen I should clarify another question: I know there are talks about Anna Kurnikova, Russian tennis-player. I don't think she is a knock out. She is just pretty girl who plays tennis good. Once I've seen another tennis-player, Lena Martynova. She played in S-Peterburg tournament. It's true I'm not certain about name of this tournament and even about her surname, but I'm deadly sure she was on the level higher then Anna. She was a real peach. It's pity she was probably not very lucky in tennis career so many people can judge about our tennis girls only by Ann's appearance.) Why I don't talk about skating pairs? - I'm not eager about girls with guys. (I'm rather bilious about it.) And more then it, some guys said right by now on the TV: "She is the most feminine among whole of them." (Mind you he said it after two hours when I wrote it in my note. (The begin of this paragraph is two hours older then these lines)).

Talking about Figure Skating I think it would be better to consider this kind of sport (not Russian ballet) as "visiting card" for Russia. It's closer to real life, more natural and has more people sympathy. Usually, long hair make girl more attractive but some girls, figure skaters, had good haircut with rich hair. Though such haircuts are not long enough it can't be considered as something to their disadvantage.

In that place I would say: "And this reminded me about girl by name Irene, with whom I was once acquainted and who had delicious long hair but afterwards made a shingle, which, I must admit was good to her too. Strange thing, my sister's hair burnt by " chemistry ", I can always say what kind of color she use, but with Irene I had impression her hair had natural vivid color and good wavy volume.

Talking about my kin, many, many years ago I was a guest in the house of one of my distant relatives. I looked at one girl, not my relative but just casual guest, but before thinking of her something definite, I've heard as my ma said behind her back: "Poor creature, she is so ugly". In those day I didn't trust my own opinion and thought that respecting people must include respect for their opinions. How I mistaken! Not a long time ago it was telecast about home life of celebrities. There were very pretty girl on TV as daughter of one of them. In that time I was already more free-thinking and even was intending to say to my ma: "Look, is she a real wonderful?" but in this moment my ma called me from the kitchen with the following words: "Look, what an ugly girl! What a pity to her well-known mother!". So few minutes ago when I was writing words about Russian figure skater Maria Butirskaya my ma came in to my room and said: "Just look at her - what an ugly figure! There is something un-women in her, isn't it?" I answered: "No, it isn't". And wanted to append: "Maria is one of few real girls I ever seen." I guess many and many years will pass before Russia can surpass today's figure skating results.

By the way, were you on my page "Song of the day"? I wrote there that the most shocking song is "Maria" by Blondie. Talking about shock I had in mind of course Blondie. When I thought about Blondie in old days and see her in our times I got shivers about it. And skill of video clip emphasized this impression. But now I want to say a couple of words about its name. Did you notice it was not English name Mary, but Russian Maria? I'm glad to think about this little coincidence too.

I guess I marked that page makes dial only with movies and song's familiar to non-Russian readers. It was a kind sign from my part about which I talked to you above. Of course many of my favorite films lay in the area of Russian language. So I will give you only one example of it. In 1980 I was 7 years old and I first saw Russian version of Sherlock Holmes. I believe this is the best Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson who can exist in this world. They have advantages upon whole Sherlockian stuff ever created. I am a cert. the play of this movie is better then original book. I don't want much harp about this reasons. I only can say alternative for my notes was always creating page wholly dedicated to this movie. Probably I will translate its screenplay in English and write down my thoughts about it. This is too huge theme to touch it now. I only can say this film deals with culture in everything. Its aesthetic charge is very strong. You know that Doyle's book is the second after bible popular book in the world and when I say the film is better you can judge about my evaluation of it for yourselves. (By the way there is a food for mind to think why the book about celobit became to such popularity).

I only can say that I had in my school days a friend after this movie and he was of course Dr Watson. Hey! Do you know that in Russian film Dr Watson was young? And it's more true in it if you start to study the book. Many years after it I was lucky in recording this film wholly. There were times when we hadn't ad's breaking in films, god sake. My favorite diversion was watching this movie more and more times. I was in the Institute by that time when my students from my year had "ficky" business with girls but watching this movie was my general diversion. I liked all of it even its lapsuses (mistakes). I even thought it was made deliberately. So I can say they made multi level masterpiece. First time you are gripped by the plot, second (and most strongly) - by play of actors and psychology of relations, 3-ly - by skill in weaving intrigue. (For example you know all about story but you can see how author makes mental traps for those who didn't read it.) On the 4-th level you can see the beauty of language. It's a sweet music to listen it. On the fifth level you became discern lapsuses (mistakes) and some of them so sure that you have got impression it was made intentionally. For example: Pr. Moriarty's knife is with acrylic plastic haft, you can see fasten to the back leg of J. Small, (and Sherlock makes supposition his crutch is a fake). So you can see steps from previous doubles in the scene with robbery of Milverton and even dog's champing. So you can see whole world in it. The movie became interactive to you. After that you compare it with book's content and see that many things was cumulated and many things and even characters were fractured. So many words of Sherlock Holmes were transferred to Inspector Laystred. And at last you see ambiguity of words and deeds in the movie. You don't understand is it Sherlock mocking upon Watson or author mocking about you. But it is by no way the farce. It is so intangible that you can enjoy it only if you tuned to aesthetic perception of the world. I can only say I liked it when I was 7 and I adored (what a snivel word!) it when I was 23. By the way, it was shown on the TV yesterday and I watched it Ok.

It was 4-5 year of my education in Institute when I knew many and many phrases and dialogs from this film. It should be practical training, we sat in the laboratory class in the face of two rows of monitors, on the story below there was main computer. As matter of fact it was few iron droning cupboards. Chances are some wise mouse made short circuit or something in that way so we can type on the keyboards and look at screens which had no connection with huge power of main hosts, which work we intended to search. It was whole day work and some rum guys had unexplainable certitude that hardware can be tuned in no time. Most of students were busy with flirting in that computer room. I don't know why, probably it was spring. I sat near screen and distractedly typed one or two symbols. When I realized some neighbor girls are looking upon me I decided to distract their attention from me to what I intending to do.

Suddenly I have got an inspiration. Usually my memory is not much retentive, but it was special occasion - I began to write down lines from Sherlock Holmes. At the beginning it was only disorderly composed sentences which you can call "the best of", but little by little it framed in the most full pattern. After first two hours one screen frame was changed by another and then I realized it's a pity you can't see all of my creativity at once, so I begged to lend me neighbor's screens so my work was getting more grandiose. To the end of the day nearly whole monitors wore on theirs screens the tracks of my petroglyphs. I can't give you 100 per cent guarantee it was exact quotations but I hope general style was saved by me to a T.

You probably remember I talked you that I was senior student of year, (not by age but by position, of course). And this accident appended to me some aesthetic savor, which probably was the cause many girls lost any interest in me as in person of opposite sex. But in that time everybody were preaching only for one thing, viz, main computer shouldn't be in work again because it would be ruined all my day work. Every one was walking along the screen rows and talked to each other "look at this" and "look at that" - so there were a plenty of cool phrases and even whole paragraphs from Sherlock Holmes.

After this case I was absorbed in preparing to exams and after that making my degree work, but tendency for computer rock carvings saved with me for many years. In that times I even didn't dreamt about using Internet for this purpose. It happened so by a fluke or by the irony of destiny that after many years after this case I have got a job in the similar computer laboratory but in the other Institute. There was one fellow, the fan of computer game, Orion, (he used to play in it all through workday). Besides him there were chief of laboratory, women with drab and uninteresting features and another one girl.

Again by the fluke or by the irony of destiny her name was Irene. I think I will tell you about her later. As you see I can't ruin the studying process by writing anything on the displays but I found another opportunity. Do you know there is the screen saver in the windows called "running line"? I used to change her every day. For more certitude that my work is not wasted I set it on 3-minute waiting, so the user can see it sufficiently often. By chance it was the computer of that another girl.

In those times I liked listen trance music. I like it now but then it was obsession to me. I used to write on the screen sentences and catch words from these compositions. It was like "Human, Brothers, Sisters, Live....and let live". It's true sometimes I could write another kind of words: "Another jump of the miracle maker, with-it underworld M.C. undertaker," (and it's true I don't know their meaning even now, but it was cool to listen and it was cool to write). Some time I had a cheek to write something on the blackboard. Today I'm out of this humor and the most of those phrases my memory lost.

When I was tired with music I wrote quotations from books such as "No one man ever learned to be drunkard on a five cent whisky" or more profound: "Re-examine all you have been told - dismiss what insults your sole". I am glad I was never censured for my little follies. I have got from it kind mild musing retrospection. Probably "retrospection" is not exact word for this but this is the impression, which was on the face of that girl.

I can't say I labored just to please her. She was only one interesting person near me but I didn't pay much attention to her in that time. I say it was some kind of propaganda of my way of thoughts and my way of life. Probably this practice prevented me from growing into graffity (sorry, don't know how this word spelling). One day she brought tape-recorder and I have got new opportunity in expressing yourself. (I wonder some guys can express themselves in sex relations - I was destined to express my individuality in quite pervert way). I have got to know she liked Russian singer Kuzmin. I don't think of him high, but respected him after hearing remixes upon his songs.

So I presented her the audio-tape. It was more in way to give my respect to the DJ who mixed it, not to her. By the way you can see his words told to me in one of Russian chats. You can see it by yourselves in "Russian Stale" in "Chit-Chat" but, sorry it is in Russian. I only can say he talked how fond he was of me. His name is DJ Groove (not English, but Russian DJ) and he made the songs, which I think, are the best. In this turn I must to place in my "Song of the day" chapter the compositions "Schastye yest" (The happiness is) and "Sometimes" (remix about Depech Mode song). Many guys (and I) consider him as the coolest DJ.

But talking about that girl. I gifted her another one audio-tape, which contents was chosen by painstaking selection by me from my private collection. I am sure you already know my basic principle: "Never pay for any thing" So I recorded what I heard from radio and it was huge mess from only my favorite songs and compositions.

She said some kind words about Atlantis ("feeling waterfall coming down on me back to this world so bright and free" - I'm not certain but such like), and "The Spring is Mellow" of RMB. (I wish I would show her video clip on the last song.)

But now is the time to say some kind words about her. You already know: her name is Irene, I worked together with her, she had beautiful shingled hair (see above), she was such girl to whom I presented some rum things and she was such girl about whom I was intending to write for a long time ago.

But before this I will say some words about myself. Even in those ancient times I already was freaky enough to write such explicit things as this notes and I had impudence to give them to other people. Don't be afraid I wasn't loony. I wrote the most part about philosophy. I don't know how but in one of my philosophical notes I mentioned about her so I felt I must give one of my first (and last ;-( ) copies. She was much amused by it.

But lets to return to our muttons. She was young (20-22 years old) and bright (in the sense "fresh" and "brisk"). If somebody asked me have I ever seen real Russian girl I would answer: "Yes, I did. And her name was Irene." She was very pure creature but you can't say she was vulnerable person. She had very straight glance and unpretentious manners, but you can't say she was flat or plain or her manners lacked of grace. She by no means was garish. But she wasn't too demure or prudish. You can't imagine her with bad or tough guys. She could be kind but she could be firm. She never allowed herself to show expression of boring by you not because she was good actress but because she was a person who was interested in life.

I always think it's good to depict some bodies features and I am glad I have a chance to depict her. Did you know music group Opus III and its song "It's a fine day"? Or may be you are fan of Sinead O'Connor? Something in features of her face and even her figure reminds those girls. If you saw them you know how she looked and I'm glad to think of it. But of course, she wasn't bold, she was with a shingle. It was as concerns her exterior qualities.

But she would give you the general impression of that Maria Butirskaya, Russian Figure Skating champion between singles. (Mind you, I don't want that you have got rum idea this champion girl was drawn by me only for purpose of furthest comparison. I like her very much and respect her strongly). This phenomena means, that they both have strong and healthy characters and that these characters are good and feminine ones.

I must say you (Americans, and even Europeans) are spoilt. I can say Moscow is spoilt comparatively other Russian regions too. People in spoilt places take many gifts as would these gifts are owned to them. And what I like in real Russian people - they live on the Magnifiest Seven principle "One owes nothing to anybody". And this fact doesn't make them angry or wicked. You know some of Russian characters loses their hearts, (probably it can be said about my own case, - probably not). But these real characters go forth without discourage.

(By the way, on the same reason you can't force Slav to do anything. You can only try to persuade him to do by his own will. I heard Clinton said: "We will make him (Milosovich) to ... or We will show them (Yugoslavian) ..." This is no use and no sense in it. Try this trick somewhere else, because Yugoslavian know if even they yield we will never forget this to them.)

But enough of talking about policy lets talk about girls, all the more, Russians ones. The most attentive and nosy of you can ask me: "Why it was more in the way of propaganda and it was less in the way of courting?" There should be first evident reason - so-called Irene Adler'r effect, i.e. when girl is besotted or even married. (You remember the case of Sherlock "A Scandal in Bohemia"). But fortunately unlike her namesake she wasn't rich opera singer. She was from one of Russian out-of-the-way places.

Her parents worked hard whole their life and were still impecunious people. Probably if you work hard in America you are able to earn million or two, I don't know, I know only another thing - once one American multi-millionaire was asked how he earned his fortune. His answer was very simple one: "In youth I was a digger. I just dug very much, that's all." But she had no complexes about it she just said once to me she is very worried about her parents and wishes them good.

However, she could afford to wear 800$'s furs. Although our salary was puny (less than 50$/month), (my wage was even punier then hers), she had another income source. Try to call any decent and lucrative way of earning for young girl in her spare time. Catch it? No? - She was a governess to a child of very wealthy parents. (I wonder why I never was a tutor for a brat of any wealthy men?) But she knew what is to be parsimonious. I guess she didn't think about dieting much, her salary goaded her into one or another sort of diet. But she could allow herself a theater premieres. It is true it were special seats for students but when you want something you get it. My heart is aching even by now when I think I was unable to go with her to the theatre.

But nevertheless why I wasn't taken by her to a heel? Why I wasn't in love with first glance with her? The answer is simple. - She was taller then me. She wasn't lanky woman she was just a little bit taller. I even certain she was on my level, but, you know, all these women, even the best of them wears high-heels, and this is the tragedy of life. (I know one of the prettiest models with voluptuous bust (very rare fact) has a husband, who reaches only her shoulder. I don't remember her name but you can trust me she is a Slav.)

Once Irene confessed to me with slight tinge of sorrow: "I liked to play basketball. I wish I would like this game less in that time." The game prevented her of being petite but it made of her real Russian beauty. It is a sick fact to me but I must admit, real Russian beauty is not short. And it was winter. Just imagine snowy magic Russian winter and delicious young Russian lady in sparkling black furs.

So I was chap with complexes. I presented her this and that on the pretext of being good colleagues. You could never charged me with sexual harassment on the working place. I wasted the most precious period in my life, as I see it now. But the most attentive and nosy of you can ask me again: "You know about her so much. Did you finally make acquaintance with her?" - Yes, I did. I have made it, (finally). And it was too late.

But lets us to follow it one after another. She wasn't too reticent and too reserved girl. She often invited girls to her work place, (doors of our computer laboratory were always open), and prattled with them about her Institute life. (She worked in the laboratory, worked as governess and was a student, you see). And students and especially girls have their problems from time to time. She discussed one of them with one of her girlfriends: "He is such lecherous old louse. He will never let me pass this exam. The level of your knowledge is nothing to him. What can I do?" Her girlfriend, probably more experienced in capital life, advised her: "Try to make eyes to him. This is all he wants." Irene said: "In which way. Thus?"

And it was the strongest shock and real revelation to me. It was not her words but what she made telling them. She smiled naughty feigned to be demure into hollow space in front of her as I was there. But you can say although her glance wasn't directed upon me, I have got a good dose of its radiation. I realized in a flash. She is not a mouse but she is a cat, a real cat, which can play with you and eat you to the marrow of bones. And what a lucky chance! By fluke of my obtuseness I already walked through the hardest part of flirting way. I already was on good terms with her and she even had gifts from me and even enjoyed some of them!

On the next day (as matter of fact it was evening of course) I said to her: "Hey, Irene, I think how about dropping in one of cafes tonight? You know, just McDonalds, good place by all means" - I was talking to her fumbling in my pocket cash and some odd bank note of inferior nominal. - She accepted my invitation.

We went by subway to the city. It was good time - the most part of Moscovites was hurried to their homes to outlying districts of Moscow so we had seats for ourselves. Our seats on the job were close ones. There were on the arms or even elbow distance. But now our elbows and even our shoulders were in the contact. I must say we have got seats but we had a pressure by both sides from other passengers. How I was thankful to them. One my side was really attached to her. (And it was not only shoulders and elbows.) It had invigorated effect upon my whole system but afterwards I have got to know that it even over-exited me. We were approaching to the McDonalds' restaurant. There were many youth on the street. To my distress my glance fell upon doll's breech, who walked ahead. It was weighty one. I don't know why some of men took fancy about voluptuous breeches. It was going to spoil whole business. But we overtook her, I contrived to look at doll's face and was fully satisfied - her face wore the print of vice - so I was at ease again.

There were a lot of youth in McDonalds. I asked her what she wants to order. She answered: "As usual, chips, double hamburger, coffee." Especially she advised me to taste ice cream with caramel. - I consented. To this time I was already excited enough. The words "as usual" poured oil on the flames. The result was I messed it all up. No, I don't messed what she wanted - this thing I tried to keep in mine mind straight. I just messed where is counter. You know the counter had open exit and I rushed for the line under full steams. So I dashed into it, observed everything and tried to strengthen my wits, which were already in their ends, why all those guys and dolls there and fellows and gals with funny caps and bright aprons are here. I was never slow-at-uptake so I fixed things in no time.

I can't say our supper meal was what I could consider as slick deal. It was good but something missed, may be some spark, may be some zest. We discussed many problems. I tried to be responsive and listened her dutifully. She told me how she handled with that child in the rich house, where she was governess. The most trying thing was to tune CyberMaxx's virtual game helmet which was bought to this little pet, - she said to me. She said also she was ought even to play in it. About this fact I expressed my sincere wish to change her on this charge. She glanced at me, and then added musingly: "You don't know. Moscow is a ruthless. Real ruthless city."

But I'm certain she liked children. It's true most of them like children and especially babies. But she could handle with them. This is the knack which many of girls are never able to get. By the way, talking about babies, do you know tonight (28.march.99) is the time to have Baby-2000? If you want to have you child birthed in 1.january.2000 you must hurry up!

The question was she never used upon me her weapon of stabbing smiling. I didn't think about her "as usual" words, I knew - no dirt could stick to her, but I felt there was something out of order with this cafe. Our feast was eaten but I didn't want to part with her so soon. I propose her to make an evening motion. Night was fascinating. We strolled to the Pushkin Square, walked round it and moved to the alleys. Gosh! It was New Year Eve! I just remembered there was very elegant fir from the woods. One of toys on her flutter without stopping. There were no any whiffs of wind. We wondered why this stubborn and naughty toy was spinning and spinning around. We had a lot of time. As matter of fact we had all time in the universe. I guess we would stay there for a long time, but we were disturbed by street boy.

The little imp was professional beggar. There are the times you feel uncomfortable about beggars, but we enjoyed it. I began to hoax him and ask him questions. He was just a five years old so it was no difficulty in it. Usually I am inert to children and to beggars but in this time we made a great fun of it. Probably I wanted to show I could handle with children too. The result of it was we felt ourselves as unite pair as a real couple. We smiled together, we laughed together, we tried to take him aback It was great. It was snowing and snowing. There were snowy flaky furs of banks, the white as sheets. The winter air was crisp. There were fairy light tunnels of the street lamps in the alley. Our foots were in the snow up to the ankles. My boots were wet as soon as after half and hour. Probably her boots were wet too, but you can never say.

We walked for hours and hours. I was talking - she was listening. I talking without any tension I was inspired by her and gripped of the idea to hold her attention as long as I can. I talked to her about everything. I explained to her what young guy could talk to girl and of what he must be cautious, and about what young girl must be cautious too. We discussed her theatres in which she was. She gave me her impressions about spectacles and got from me my comments about it. It was delicious. I was at ease. I could indulge my self everything. After that date I was brave to say I can talk for hours and hours. And it wasn't vainglory, I had a proof for it, I made it once. I wasn't shy to talk to her about exciting themes, so I retold her tenth chapter from "How we were writing novel" by Jerom K Jerom. (This is the Russian title of this book. The English could be "The Angel, The Author and the Others" but I'm not sure). The cinch is that this chapter was dedicated how young girls were striving to get a place of maids in house near barracks. I hope I reproduced to her the atmosphere of it in the full measure.

There were happy hours. I forgot of my complex about tall girls and even considered that we were performing a pair, which keeps every passer-by in reverent awe. But every fairy tale has its tail. After this she took her exams, I found some business to do too. After successful exams she went to the vacations to her motherland places to visit her parents. I thought it would be sequel. I thought I knew English better then she. I guess she knows it much better by now.

We met after vacations in the lobby, I asked her "How are I you?" "I'm going to America" - she answered - "It will be not forever. I'll come back but I just must try to it." ..... Half year later I have got to know she really returned, but unfortunately nobody knew her new address or phone number.

It's a pain to realize she is not with me, but it's a great pleasure to be sure that she stays here - in Russia.

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