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She lived a month at home and decided to come earlier than I, but for some reason, after a hard winter, she runs on the collected money to rest on the island. When I arrived, I saw my friend fresh, tanned, but still, the one who went to meditate.

Meditation and self-seeking always lead in the right way. Meditation is the way to silence, reigning inside, when noise around us continually sounds in the form of advertising, lectures, talking about anything and the words of friends advising what you are wearing today, or discussing what is happening today. As for her and me, I remember we just kept silent and lived with her in a quiet room, lit candles and breathed fragrance. It was the fragrance of silence and love in this city. All three years our television was off, and even after, when I lived alone, two more years it was not included. Do you know what else united us? At me and she had clothes bought in second hand.

We often walked, and he sometimes joined us silently, as invisible, while simultaneously romantic and pragmatic.

He combined the qualities of a practical financier, a manager and a male dandy who loves expensive cars and girls who love and are devoted to their homeland, their culture and traditions, and was one who can exist only in the future, in 100 years. Or… calmly be a friend who will never betray, with whom one can go to any war and, of course, complete it with a complete victory. And after a gallant drink of champagne.

If two people are destined to be together, no matter how much separation and tears they experience, fate will unite them anyway.

And that was true. He was from one part of the planet, I was from another part of the world, but why were we drawn to each other? He did not let go, and I could not leave him – we were in love.

You know, he always liked to repeat one phrase! “If God is with you, what difference does it make who is against you?”

And in this he was right. He was the kind of man you could rely on and be happy with.

So, the story of the two girlfriends continues. Zoe went to her house, and I went to my place.

We were looking for ourselves, and we were looking for true love. It is as difficult to find oneself as to search for love: everything comes by itself and only when you are ready to go your own way with or without it. We knew one thing: a person on his life’s path always goes with an angel on his shoulder. But he must go the way himself. The angel only tells, although not everyone sees or understands his clues.

How can you see the angel’s hints? Through numbers, I gradually began to catch them. Sometimes, she was angry with herself when she made a mistake, and in her thoughts, painted a picture of how she could have acted differently. The angel’s hints said that everyone has his own way and his numbers. My numbers were 12 and 21. I often became convinced of this. Recently I flew away from him for a month and accidentally stood on the check-box 12. Then, when I was spending time at the airport before the departure, a man in a green T-shirt with number 21 stopped in front of me. The world is mirrored, it reflects your thoughts, as in a mirror of water. Yes, and the human brain consists of 85 per cent of water and earth, too. So the numbers of my tips have always been mirrored, why should I be surprised?

So, the city in which I was born had a telephone code X12, and the town in which I lived all my conscious life, and the code number of the city of love was X21.

Do you know why I fall in love with him?? The fact that he knows how to seek a girl gallantly knows how to love, wait, care and teach. I am a young girl of 18, naive and stupid, brought up an intelligent woman, who then passed many tests. I remember the day when I was very hysterical, I got drunk, missed for some reason the city where I grew up, and he calmly met me… I pounded him, thumped him in the face, and he calmly embraced me and asked if I was torn at work. He said, embracing that you can not drink alone, it’s dangerous.

I think he does not understand very much what sometimes happens in my life, he lives his own, in his world, where everything is and even more. In his city, no one remains cold. For all, there is something to eat and drink. Tasty kebabs, different kinds of dishes from fish and the best cuisine in the world – delicious recipes, ingredients from around the globe. And to all this delicacy – cooks from all over the world, wines brought by ships or planes to his city. Golden youth who travel on expensive cars. He seems to have become accustomed to such a life.

He is not one who wants to buy a woman. It does not occur to him, he was brought up in other traditions, when the gentlemen got up at the entrance of the ladies and took off their hats before them.

You know, he once said: “Now there are few women and few real men. And we will not do anything about it. “As if his city was divided, like many cities, into wealthy, middle class and very poor.

So, from time to time, when my brains were starting to boil, he took me with him to the talks. To him often came the familiar businessmen to discuss the contracts. Shipowners who carry goods to another part of the earth. Directors of large cement and oil refineries…

Manufacturers could do the same equipment from a different composition of materials, which facilitated the construction of a ton, and the price depended on that.

In fact, we were just shown the factories, and the central part of the business negotiations was left to the partners for lunch, usually held in an expensive local hotel. As in the good old days, costly wines, all kinds of meat, vegetables and fruits were served on the table, all dishes were cooked by excellent chefs.

Today, the first of March, the first day of spring, he invited me to take a walk through the streets of this beautiful city. And gave a bouquet of tulips. It was terrible unforgettable feelings.