Руська Басалаев - Nina
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Nina

I wrote this story recently
As they say, briefly about the most important
A lot of time has passed since it happened
The jewel in my life has not just appeared
Yes, of course, really, not just like
And in her life, unfortunately, I am not the first fool ...
But about that later, and now about the beginning
Romeo and Juliet started with something too

First number, month last
I was eighteen, and it was Monday
The first day of the week, the first day of winter
On the first day of the story in a kiss we merged
Sounds, of course, beautiful, believe me, this is not the case
It was terribly ashamed to me, and I behaved like an asshole
She came to my room and said directly
It turned out that she had already sunk on me for a long time

I took all this somehow too seriously
However, as always, with some kind of courier
I could not find words what to tell her in response
And what to say, either "yes" or "no"
Of course, this girl, from the fourth theatrical
From the whole hostel, of course, was the most correct
Well, of course, the second Patepashka
All such a share-boy, then still dandelion

Everything spun around, in general, somehow too fast
Psychology of youth as a shot
All this formality wrapped my brains
Feelings, thoughts, reason, and, of course, joy
Maybe from the fact that I met such
Whom he painted in words, but did not see live
And here we are only two and a half weeks together
On linen in yellow stars we were in bed

I apologize for the thoughts, so frank now
But I honestly admit, I was my first time ...
Of course, I did not dream about this, of course
I have it - the first, but I am late ....
When I found out about it, I seemed to explode
Although the first time somehow held on
Initially behaved quite calmly
Quietly, peacefully, beautiful and quite decent

And then the thoughts went that everything is stupid and vile
Somehow everything is not right, and somehow dishonest
Initially, she is not mine, and it will always be so
And no one will understand me, and no one will condemn me
Love is a disease, it is like an infection
For two and a half months we saw four times
Three spring months practically together
We were the best couple, like Sid and Nancy

During June, a lot of important
But more and more bad, sometimes even terrible
Twenty-eighth something ended again
She left here ... wait again ...
Love makes you suffer more and more
Carries pain, sob at night
Wake up with the thought "there is no nearby"
Distance-killer, very strong prohibition

For July, we saw each other only once
A couple of weeks in August, roads were every hour
The twenty -eighth all ended ... again ...
She left, ... disappeared, ... left me to suffer ...
I wanted to spit on everything when I left
I remember the day I didn't sleep for a day
He looked into her eyes and sobbed inwardly
When warm hands released her ...

Nina ... You are the second half
Whose, interesting, you are a picture
You are a fairy tale, or epic ...

And then two thirds of autumn passes
I was rushing to my beloved train late
Half -off path - and I'm in place
The long -awaited groom rushed to the bride
For a few days gave us time
That Novabrskaya week was very saturated
I remember evening dinner, chinzano and candles
When I took her hands, I seemed to hug a whole river ...

The feelings were explosive, which had accumulated so long ago
At first we enjoyed love and passion
But everything is good, as a rule, it ends quickly
That minute has come, we will separate again ...
Do not describe in words that filthy state
Time runs forward, and back the distance
The heart breaks into pieces, it should not be so easy
Since then, love has been associated with the word shit ...

That evening I saw her for the last time
The last time wiped tears from her wonderful eyes
And I do not want to survive it again
Love is a disease, and very harsh
A huge city took it from me
Education, freedom, and other garbage
Her dreams went to a completely different light
And in those dreams there is no place for me ...

People say, they say, the distance is checking