these Parisian perfumes Dior Jadore and Gio Aqua, and he always smells of Bulgury, Davidoff – this smell attracted and confused her thoughts.
And do you know what attracts me most to him? His erudition. In my childhood I had
A toy “Scrabble”, there are all the letters of the alphabet and a board – on it, you could make up words. It has always been exciting to play.
We sat with him on the lawn next to University, decided to play and relax.
Wrote words. He wrote the word “trust”, I wrote – “faith”. He wrote the word “love”. The wind caressed our faces. It was our trip to Shanghai.
Sometimes her heart beat in unison with the city, occasionally tapping the SOS signal. No one answered him except the capital.
And in these moments I go to my psychologist, and we communicate on different topics.
I’m just asking questions.
– Why do people in one place feast and grow fat, and at the same time, they die of hunger somewhere? The world is not at all the same as we imagine it, and we only pretend that everything is normal, but in fact, we live in a madhouse?
A pause from my psychologist. He ponders why such wild thoughts are into the head of this woman and where they come from.
My psychologist lives in his daily routine with clients. And he doesn’t want to know why I was hedonist and asсet at the same time it was too much for him!!! He decided that this questions should be resolved by the client.
When the heart knocks and says “SOS, save me,” I go in for sports or dance. Or I drink a glass of champagne and fall asleep.
I go to my master, he makes me a haircut, which I want, and after a hairdresser, I go to do a manicure and buy a new dress every time, drink coffee and after that I sit, basking in the sun.
The psychologist with an intelligent air explained to me that the struggle of the two began in my soul – the hedonist and the ascetic – inevitably dooming me to chaos. Male and female are intermixed. Many artistically gifted people are weak-willed and contradictory. And I’m also inconsistent and, maybe, somewhat weak-willed. Sometimes I forget what happened yesterday.
The room where the session is taking place. The walls are white, the sofas are dark blue, the smell of sandalwood. It always calmed me down. And still sounded Fur Elise Beethoven.
We did not live long in that city.
I booked a taxi and came to the Tower, it is in another part of the city. Journalists and cigar lovers gathered. Everyone watched the video as if somewhere far away in Cuba they roll cigars by hand. Drank French wine.
He spoke again about life, Adele remained silent and pretended not to hear him.
During this conversation, a random acquaintance, a representative of some magazine sat next to us. He pretended that he did not pay attention to our discussion, although he understood perfectly well what was going on. We spoke English, but our new friend spoke another language. We talked about the old city, what it was like and how the ancient people lived here when they were young. We were nostalgic for the bohemian veins of the time.
By the way, bohemian parties then took place in the hotel in the centre of the city, which is located close to the bund. This is a pedestrian street, along which everyone walks to look at the new part of the town. And behind – all the old buildings.
We enjoyed cigars and wine.
I sometimes like solitude and drink with the city and the building. I usually talk to buildings or monuments on such days.
As always, I was in a black dress, put on a pearl and, when preparing for the exit, put on light make-up.
Solitude! Solitude! Solitude!
We went outside and thought to walk to the dam. He did not want to. We decided to go to another terrace, where no one was. He made some photos for me and kissed my cheek gently.
“I want us to travel!” – I do not want!!!
– Well, then to Thailand, to Vietnam or Bali? “I do not want to go anywhere now!”
– Then let’s go to Moscow? – Maybe!
I have often been to Moscow. I like the city, the river and the monument to Peter the Great that is located on an artificial island. I did not want to go back to the town where we spent time with him. We were there in the winter. In February it was freezing, but we decided to walk along the embankment of the Moscow River. We rode around Moscow at night, playing, pushed each other into a snowdrift, and people hurried home, walked with dogs.
We decided to eat with him. In Shanghai, there are a lot of different cuisines, from traditional Chinese, a lot of Russian and European restaurants, various bars. Usually, I’m not choosy, I eat everything.
Today we decided to try Vietnamese cuisine. He ordered noodles with meat, and I – fried grass and rice.
Rice I ate whole, leaving nothing in the plate because it was grown far and put a lot of effort.
He wanted to pay. But I paid. At this point in my life, he was a friend to me. He had a passion, and I have devotion. The rain gradually dripped, we took a taxi and drove me. He opened
Refrigerator and said that it must be filled, so I did not starve. He knows that I do not have a job now. I enjoy the city, the city – me, and he wants to be somewhere between us? The town filled my soul with calmness, and he – with love. It’s probably divine predestination that we met with him, and if not for him, would I be then? He saved my soul and body.
When the girl’s soul is hovering in the clouds, her clothes and hair are fluttered by the wind. Feeling of incomprehensible comfort and divine state.
I would paint the white walls in blue. Although no. I would replace the white walls on the island and the azure coast. I would admire the blue clouds and luxuriate, bathing in warm water, while he would look at me and praise at the same time.
We broke up at the airport in Hong Kong: he flew on business to Moscow, and I went to Shanghai. We agreed to meet again in Hong Kong, as we already met earlier in New York, Bali and Jakarta.
In Jakarta, they lived in the Kempinski hotel. Adele went for a walk and reached the cathedral. She quietly went into the temple and saw a praying person who was alone. She also often prayed. I prayed that she would be rescued from herself. Sometimes I prayed that there would not be a third world war. After all, if there were a world war, probably, the city of love would be wiped off the face of the earth. And not only the city of love, but the whole world.
We went up to the tallest building in Shanghai, which was called the Shanghai Tower. After that, we went to a restaurant called Aura. And then in the Italian Scene. It was exciting. We drank Italian white dry wine and looked at the city and the river. Jazz sounded in the hall. He gave roses. But I wanted these roses to be alive so that I planted them in our garden and raised a whole roses garden in which our children would run.
