Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 43

I did not notice my life through my sweet dreams that covered my heart. The days lay in a legend that I cherished in my heart. I saw no falsehood in my life.

– “Where have you been, naive woman?” – I asked myself. And in my imaginary joy I didn’t notice that I was already living without him… Just today I shouted to myself, “There will be no more bad man in my life!” And my dying heart was covered with a blanket of indifference. Like any other dream, but not mine. How sad and painful to wake up. – “So where were you, wandering woman?” – I asked myself again. – “Ah, I looked at myself in the mirror. And I recognized you, my sweet – naive child,” – I answered myself.