The guy talked about his relationship with a foreigner
Further stories are written in the first person. The author wished to remain anonymous.
This happened many years ago and I remember everything I was worried about. Then my head was spinning.
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Accidental meeting
I studied at the Moscow Institute and lived in the suburbs. My university was located in the center of the capital. There are only four subways. As I exited the subway, I came face to face with a cute girl. I felt uncomfortable, I apologized and in response I heard friendly words with a slight accent. I immediately thought — I made a mistake with the Baltic girl.
I went back to the two steps and took a closer look. Before I had time to get up, the sweetest creature’s brown hair fell onto my shoulders, and amazing brown eyes looked at me from under the bangs. The stranger was wearing a light trouser suit. High heels emphasized the structure of the figure. We stepped aside. The stranger asked how to get to Red Square. It was ten minutes from us to the Kremlin. I waved at the lecture and volunteered to escort the girl. It was a crime to lose such a miracle. On the way to meet her. Her name was Vasitsa. She came from Bulgaria with her parents, who had a business in Russia. On this day, she decided to get to know Moscow, and she clearly needed a guide. However, she didn”t tell me about it.
I didn”t tell her anything about myself except my name. In fact, I don’t like to impose myself and always talk about myself only on demand. Basitsa walked and looked around with admiration. She chirped softly like a bird. When they stepped onto the cobblestone street, the girl took my hand, otherwise she might fall. Her thin heel had fallen into a gap between the cobblestones and she needed support.
We walked along Red Square and stood in the stuffiness. She told me everything she knew about Lenin and the Kremlin. We stood for a long time in front of the Cathedral of the Intercession of the Most Holy Theotokos, and I felt her hands trembling. I remember this moment forever.
When we went down to the river, she didn’t even try to pull her hand away, we walked along her hand. Sometimes I moved away from her frozen position, but only with the goal of admiring her figure from the side. She told me a lot about herself, about Bulgaria, about home, but I understood only one thing — she was interested in me. But why didn’t Basitsa ask me anything? It was a secret. What if I”m wrong?
Time flew by instantly. It”s time to say goodbye. I showed the beauty of Bulgaria in the metro, but deliberately did not invite them to see it at home. I was interested in her reaction. Vasitsa stood up and suddenly said:
– Do you want to meet tomorrow?
– When and where?
-10 and let”s go here.
I was surprised that she didn”t ask if I was single, where I lived, or if I was married. But she turned and put her heel on the step.
I was on the train and couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. But the conclusion was obvious — I fell in love. And this did not surprise me. I called the group reading and said I was sick. I was truly love sick.
Sweet Hopes
The next day I was near the metro at about 9. 30. Basitsa jumped out the door immediately after my arrival and. I smacked my lips. Not on the cheek, but on the lips. The flight is short, with a sensual look in the eyes. She was wearing a short skirt and high heels. I couldn”t take my eyes off her legs, her figure, her face. The girl took my hand and asked:
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-Where are you talking? And come on first name terms!
Everything was like a dream. We went to a cafe to have coffee. She stoically took out a cigarette and looked at me incredulously. Yesterday I didn’t see Rositsa smoking. I nodded and she exhaled beautifully, releasing the smoke from her mouth with a special charm. There was no one else around. Only faces, knees and necks. I don”t remember what they talked about. But, like yesterday, the girl turned out to be talkative, freeing me from the duty of entertaining the woman with conversations.
Then we walked again to Pushkin Square. We stood for a long time at the monument to the poet, and she read a poem by Alexander Sergeevich in a whisper. Interestingly, Rositsa knew many of her poems well and read them like a professional. I was not surprised — there is no sensuality in her.
We ate ice cream, she wiped her lips with a handkerchief and handed it to me. When I hesitated, she lowered my head and licked my lips. I wasn”t that surprised, but her patience and. I was simply amazed by the simplicity. She laughed and stroked my head. I stood there as if I had been struck by lightning. A beautiful, sexy, brave, naive foreigner felt safe with an unfamiliar young man. I couldn”t understand — is this good or bad?
And she didn”t tell me about it. She just took my hand and led me down the street. It was she, it was she who led.
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I said goodbye to her late in the evening, just like yesterday. But I didn”t offer to walk her home, trying to gauge her reaction. Why I did that, I don”t know.
The next day was cloudy and rainy. I left early but stopped on one of the platforms. The engineer announced the train was 30 minutes late due to technical problems. And, of course, there was nothing I could do about it.
An hour later, I exited the metro. It was raining outside, and I could feel the dampness. He paused in the doorway, unsure whether he should step out into the rain, and if so, why bother. I hadn”t stood still for a moment when soft, lilac-scented palms cupped my head from behind. I turned and saw MY Rozica, her hair wet and an ecstatic expression on her face. Her eyes were laughing, shining, admiring and praising the long-awaited meeting. She leaned toward me and placed her hand on my shoulder. There weren”t many people there at the time, and I stood there for about a minute, unabashed.
It was raining, and there was nowhere to go. Walking through puddles wasn”t very comfortable. Thank goodness there was a bench there. We sat down, and she started asking me questions about Moscow, about Russia, about where she could study musicology. How much does it cost to rent or buy an apartment, what are our habits and customs? She sat with her head on my shoulder, listening to my answers.
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“So what? Or are you married?”
– No, that”s not true. But didn”t I just tell you?
She looked around, saw no one and started kissing my face. Not her lips, but her face. Then she laid her head on my shoulder and took my hand in hers.
Then she met me there, in the crowd of hurrying citizens, because just a few days ago I thought that I had not met her at the exit from the metro. She knew I was there at that time and. I was waiting for an “accidental collision”.
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