Milkmanbook - Love

Tired vanity, I decided, and relax, walking on the edge of our village went to the net a field off their feet, perezrevshie kukishi mushrooms - dozhdevikov, disrupting the flowers fiery poppies, cross fingers rubbing oduryayusche - pahuchiyu mint, and - opyanyayas, opyanyayas, Holy spring held its mysterious footsteps on the field and obronivshey painted floral shawl.

It was a magical time of day when the heat began to recede, and the coolness oblizyvala gently wet his tongue tvoju skin. Pure as crystal, transparent sky was blue, just one of the windows in the Solomon Temple, and chudilos - there for the sky blue - Brave temple, and someone prays for all of us. Away from me vzeroshilas forest. Even for the few dozen steps donosilsya exciting aroma cauliflowers elder similar to the finest translucent lace lower women's underwear; pohotlivy wind their fingers impatiently, in a vain attempt to boilerplate: and thought poetry was heard moaning nature, thrived briefly to again fall bryznuv gall sleep , vretischem malosnezhnoy totally rotten winter.

Propela oriole, gently charming as opyanevshaya love of a woman fathers - and my heart unpleasant, compressed anguish and loneliness, especially intolerable in spring. After I became nervously scouring the pockets, and lit up a cigarette, smoked, zatyagivayas greedily trying to allay such as heartbeat and tremor in the hands. Strangely, the cigarette smoke was some unusually thick and drifting white carpet under your feet.

I did not notice how in a few minutes was in darkness cocoon whether smoke, or fog: extended, as a blind, a hand and something came across: elephant, it was a tree branch. Unclear, because around me, for the field was ten meters. Suddenly something nefarious, wet and cold affects my fingers and hands to grow. I measurements, would not be able to absorb themselves in the air. Being obvilo my neck rings, and I saw - right in the face - head of the snake with a brilliant emerald eyes. Snake strelnula thin tongue and began to return to the branch, quit the ring in my neck. Being free, I dropped to himself and looked catalepsy.

Fog settled. Under feet obnazhilas grass. It's amazing! around me was not not a single tree, the net box, with the exception of forest on the sidelines. Pozhav shoulders, I set off from their seats and walked a few minutes until it has a large grey stone. It was written painted red for some reason;