Again

 

Everything is platitude. I was today in furniture shop and saw very beautiful fairy lady, she sat in department of expansive beds. I couldn't look at her and in my eyes were tears.

Love, (at least one kind of it), based on pity. In such cases I have only two thoughts:

she is worth for more, it's not place to be here;

and - I am not worth of her too and she is in no need of my services.

She was there with detached mood in that desolated area of shop. From my point of view it was awful to waste such beauty in so miserable place, I like pretty shop-girls but I like more when beauty has a more worth destination.

She looked, (to say true she glanced too, but now I use another meaning), so she looked just like one of furniture, very good, solid and darned well made, but for sale, without master.

So I pitied her and pitied me for helplessness to help her.

I am too sentimental and it's my fault.

 

Not a long ago before it I saw very good dark girl of 30, she was in subway with ... but what is the use of depicting her if I didn't depict that lady in the shop?

She was good. When she noticed me she changed her place and chose nearest to me, (it's their general fault - the close they stand the more difficult to take a look of them).

I decided that if she glance at me when she will go out she was interested in me, (in that time I changed my place also and stood near the door). When she lighted out, she glanced right in my eyes for a nick of time, it was my station but today I decided to walk into furniture shop so she was going out on my station and I was driving away from her. Hm, but at least I know where that fairy lady on chair works, one day I will come a rich prince and will come for her, (if she is not send with other expensive furniture before the time).

Fools! Her bosses are fools! They think that every buyer will try to get anything, (expensive), from their shop under her charm, but I chose to get consultation from simple old man, who seemed to me a good fellow and was probably lucky that has got such warm and quite place.

People - it's always better to be old retired gentleman than young and bright girl. It would make things easy and so - better.

 

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