My Maxims

Le passé c'est le passé, il n'y a pas de raison d'y retourner, sauf de s'en souvenir de temps à l'autre.

Take the water and the moon will be in your hands, touch the flower and its fragrance will never leave you.

The true love has the very opened shining eyes.
The false one is almost completely blind.

The jealousy is the twin sister of the envy and the diffidence.

Tout temps est beau. Tout dépend de l’âme de l’être : elle peut pleurer en plein soleil et rire au froid éternel.

The life is to live and not to suffer

To see the eyes shining of joy and happiness is more than all words of love ever heard

MeetingWithThePast

The days of love. They are always with us, in our memory, in our heart. The most beautiful moments of our life that we have to remember, that we have to recognize.
Days ago I was going to the health-resort, it’s situated far from my place and I had to get in coach first, then in train. When I came to the coach station I saw there my ex-boy-friend who loved me very dearly but me I was always perfectly indifferent to him. It was unrequited love. He is a sportsman, tall, very handsome, with nice smile and very kind. Since our last meeting have passed many months. He was with his girl-friend or may be wife, I don’t know. I was sitting on the bench when he was coming up to the other one. When I saw him approaching I put my sun-glasses and pretended to not know him. I felt his look at me and for the first time I was not quite myself. I prayed God that he wouldn’t go up to me. The time was dragging on, I wanted to get into the coach too quickly as it was possible. At last the passengers were going to take into the bus, me too. When I stopped near to bus, he approached to me and said: “Hi, Lena, I’m so glad to meet you. You’re cool as usual.” Me: “Thanks. About you I can’t say the same. You don’t look well.” He smiled and suddenly put his arm round my neck, bended forward to my ear and whispered: “Lena, I wish you every health. It’s so important, I know well” and he kissed me in a cheek so unexpectedly that I began to smile. But that moment I saw a look of his girl-friend, she was so angry of her jealousy that I began to laugh and I allowed me one foolish thing: I touched his curly hair, slided my fingers in, bended his head to my mouth and whispered in the ear: “Thank you very much. You’re so kind. But in advance don’t behave yourself so to your girl. She’s very jealous” and I kissed him too. His lady was ready to attack both of us. It was so funny. When we got into the bus the very beautiful song began to sound, the music about the past love with the title just for that moment: “All is reminiscent of you”. But here I want to put the song of Lubov Uspenskaya “Karussel” cause it is just about our relations. She sings in russian, of course, but I made the gist in english:
It was a short romance of my love
It was a beautiful illusion, the play of shadows
The caravan of chance days is gone forward
Nobody knows where they were on the wane.
It was a captivating attraction
Nobody joked so well as we did - he and I
For fun he made me take the empty carriage
For fun I went away, in train, the night.
I’m not the same as I was the other days
Long ago I realized that the love is only the play
All I couldn’t forget, I have to do
But for some reason I want to remember it.
It was a very nice attraction
Nobody joked so well as we did - he and I
And the night platform was left behind
Where he waved me good-bye.