Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 32

A light breeze tore the leaves from the tree. And below, a stream gurgled merrily. The stream beckoned the traveler to drink clean water. Leaf after leaf flew away: “How beautiful, and I don’t have to invent paradise. Only the songs of the nightingale, for some reason not enough? I sit on the bank and I will remember that girl. With sad eyes like an angel in delirium. In years gone by, everything seems like a fairy tale. And my heart still aches as it did before. A stream gurgled merrily…

– Darling, do you remember how we used to love to walk with you on the shore of the purple sea? Everything was strewn with scarlet shells. Aliana, you danced and were the most beautiful in the whole universe! And what flowers we had! You loved roses that sang of love. I picked them for you with such joy and delight! And your smile made me happy! Aliana, my joy, I want to disobey you. I can’t let you be so lonely. But why you? Though I always suspected that you were special. Where is our sweet home? And then you will be yourself,” he kissed her sleepy eyes, very sweet and beautiful.