Monday, October 5, 2009
Remember ….
"Remember …. Right after the 9th grade prom.. 3 hours of bike ride to your grandmother’s house< jumping to the public swimming pool with cloth, did u jump also? Sexy dancing with red shorts under the rain… photo shooting… oh this sin unforgettable photo shooting… Imitating of crazy noises so your grandma would make us shut up… cooking delicious pancakes! U taught me how to cook “Налистники”.. Playing hide-and sick with the cute country guys))) Your Dima? He got married now, right? Gathering mulberries climbing on themulberry tree like monkeys))) Preparing for disco for ours putting make up ))) crazy… dancing crazy again all night long during warm summer night… Some INTERESING movies from your parents shelve… or was it your house already? Reading about Indians (forgot the author – your grand ma has a wonderful library). Going to the river Dniester… swimming crazy making u go DEEP … making crazy wishes… like dreaming about that when we grow up we will to bring our boyfriends to this picturesque spot on the river and to have for two couples romantic evening…senior Sava and his dog.) Dancing under the rain and becoming so wet.. while guys were watching the performance … your grandma is great .. she never checked if we came home from disco but we always did )) Sometimes at 4 a,m … long nights of conversations.. about God politics guys Men love… sex) (what did we know about it back then? ) crazy vow about marriage… hahahh )))) … I miss it, Оль.... I need these night s back … it was never enough talking to u… and finally, my stolen glasses from your dog… (Luckily, I could see without them back then)… 3.5 bike riding back to the town.. Short break at your another wonderful grandma.. Tasty fried potato and unforgettable Mellissa tea. Since then my fav tea is just that one…. What a great time it was… no responsibilities… no think about future, career, money, studying… just laugh fun joy and drops of summer rains on the incandescent body…."
Marisha
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