Anreturn
Анна Шарова
I remember that day. It was the
summer of this year. That was one of sunny August days when we drove in the
country. I took several sheets of paper and colors along. I sat on the bank of
the river trying to imagine all beauty of suburb's life. You walked here with a
great armful of branches trying to find a place for the fire. I painted blue
sky, woods, and you, a mysterious forest man, all with branches and leaves. That
picture wasn't only an expression of my mood or my sympathy to that summer day,
it was a mirror reflection of my feelings.
Those four days that we
spent together were the time when we met again in three years. It was wonderful
time when we decided to stay together for good. We didn't need any words to
express what we felt, we just realized that these several days that we were
together crossed out the last three years that we had been apart. That day on
the bank of the river was a day of the beginning of great love. You told me that
you wanted to marry me. Painting the nature I just expressed my feeling on a
sheet of paper. It is a picture of the best day of my life.
Three years had passed
since I moved to a new town. I tried to start everything from the same
beginning, I did my best to break my principles, I tried to forget my past. Yes,
my life changed - it became empty without you. Today I've sent you my
twenty-second letter, you'll call me at the same time. Both of us have our
hearts set on being together. Again in two long months I'll return. Both my
letters and your phonecalls can't substitute our being together. Now I guess
what present you're going to give me, it's a wedding ring. It's wonderful, it
means that we'll be together. Both of us were waiting for the first snow but
we'll meet earlier. From time to time I ask myself: "Is it so good to be
truth? - No, it's a wonderful dream that is called "my life"."
We have so much to tell each other,
We
have so much to do,
We have the whole world
The
whole life we have.