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Cybertigress
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- Tig…
- Yes?
- Do you have any ciggy left?
- Only Russian “mildseven”
- Sounds fine for me…
- You sound sad. And smoke too much Donny. 2 boxes per day are fucking much.
- Will you believe if I say that my day limit 5 ciggies?
- What’s changed?
- The entire fucking world has changed Tig.
- Problems with father?
- Problems with me. Only one damn problem. You.
- Why’s that? Have I made something wrong? Unacceptable to you?
- Nothing. And all.
- You could stop all this any time. And still can. No need to even say “sorry Tig”.
- ………… I can. But don’t want to make it. I just don’t know how to live with all had happened.
- I don’t know if you have anything equal in English. But living my own life I prefer to regret about what I did than regret about my idleness. Close your eyes.
- Did.
- Imagine. You wake up at the morning. You take shower you got your breakfast and make whatever you need to make at the morning. Than you come to the home’s door. You open it and make one step outside. You see the deep blue sky. Beautiful like nothing else on this planet. You see the sun that shines sending endless wave of heat to world below. And than… you smile to the sky. To the sun. To all the world around you. I’m sure you did it before. When you were 3-6 years old. Right?
- I lay on the seashore rock with Russian gangster princess that is quarter of the life elder than me. I lay on the seashore after crazy sex of unknown length with her. I lay on the seashore rock and still have her fingers inside me but now she makes me cry about my childhood... go hell Tig. Sometime I think that you come right from there. From hell.
- Shut up. Am I right Donny? Have you been smiling to sky at your childhood? What do you afraid to say?
- Yes… I remember it.
- Look up. You see a sky? You see a sun? Check out your heart. And smile. Now. You will wake up tomorrow and will smile again. And every fucking day from now. Not because I want it from you. Find something inside your own. Something that will give you a reason to smile to the sky. No matter where I came from. Just live to have reason to smile to the sky. Even if you have to turn your world from feet to head.
- Sounds so Russian.
- I am Russian. And you’re an aussie girl. Big and strong. And you lay under blue sky with woman from Russia. Are you doing anything that you don’t want to make? Are you happy? Have you been happy ten minutes ago? Is not that a reason to smile to the sky?
Данка уперлась глазами в солнце. Почти на минуту. Терпела, ждала пока потекут слезы, а потом улыбнулась все-таки. Не для меня. Просто улыбнулась.
Небу.
Все написанное выше вовсе не точное содержание разговора. Но очень близкое к тексту. Как запомнила, так и наваяла.
Переводить смысла не увидела.
- Yes?
- Do you have any ciggy left?
- Only Russian “mildseven”
- Sounds fine for me…
- You sound sad. And smoke too much Donny. 2 boxes per day are fucking much.
- Will you believe if I say that my day limit 5 ciggies?
- What’s changed?
- The entire fucking world has changed Tig.
- Problems with father?
- Problems with me. Only one damn problem. You.
- Why’s that? Have I made something wrong? Unacceptable to you?
- Nothing. And all.
- You could stop all this any time. And still can. No need to even say “sorry Tig”.
- ………… I can. But don’t want to make it. I just don’t know how to live with all had happened.
- I don’t know if you have anything equal in English. But living my own life I prefer to regret about what I did than regret about my idleness. Close your eyes.
- Did.
- Imagine. You wake up at the morning. You take shower you got your breakfast and make whatever you need to make at the morning. Than you come to the home’s door. You open it and make one step outside. You see the deep blue sky. Beautiful like nothing else on this planet. You see the sun that shines sending endless wave of heat to world below. And than… you smile to the sky. To the sun. To all the world around you. I’m sure you did it before. When you were 3-6 years old. Right?
- I lay on the seashore rock with Russian gangster princess that is quarter of the life elder than me. I lay on the seashore after crazy sex of unknown length with her. I lay on the seashore rock and still have her fingers inside me but now she makes me cry about my childhood... go hell Tig. Sometime I think that you come right from there. From hell.
- Shut up. Am I right Donny? Have you been smiling to sky at your childhood? What do you afraid to say?
- Yes… I remember it.
- Look up. You see a sky? You see a sun? Check out your heart. And smile. Now. You will wake up tomorrow and will smile again. And every fucking day from now. Not because I want it from you. Find something inside your own. Something that will give you a reason to smile to the sky. No matter where I came from. Just live to have reason to smile to the sky. Even if you have to turn your world from feet to head.
- Sounds so Russian.
- I am Russian. And you’re an aussie girl. Big and strong. And you lay under blue sky with woman from Russia. Are you doing anything that you don’t want to make? Are you happy? Have you been happy ten minutes ago? Is not that a reason to smile to the sky?
Данка уперлась глазами в солнце. Почти на минуту. Терпела, ждала пока потекут слезы, а потом улыбнулась все-таки. Не для меня. Просто улыбнулась.
Небу.
Все написанное выше вовсе не точное содержание разговора. Но очень близкое к тексту. Как запомнила, так и наваяла.
Переводить смысла не увидела.
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Cybertigress
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Язвит. Ее это где-то задело. Они с отцом Янгу денег должны прилично. Да в делах ихних без его патронажа здесь толку не будет.
Янг у дяди Ли можно сказать правая рука, для местных бог и папа, а я на него иногда ору на полном праве.
В понимании местных - это полный 3.14...ц.
Страшнее только пописать у мавзолея Мао.
Янг у дяди Ли можно сказать правая рука, для местных бог и папа, а я на него иногда ору на полном праве.
В понимании местных - это полный 3.14...ц.
Страшнее только пописать у мавзолея Мао.