Molly
Eden
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She lived a month at home and decided to come earlier than I, but for some reason, after a hard winter, she runs on the collected money to rest on the island. When I arrived, I saw my friend fresh, tanned, but still, the one who went to meditate.
Meditation and self-seeking always lead in the right way. Meditation is the way to silence, reigning inside, when noise around us continually sounds in the form of advertising, lectures, talking about anything and the words of friends advising what you are wearing today, or discussing what is happening today. As for her and me, I remember we just kept silent and lived with her in a quiet room, lit candles and breathed fragrance. It was the fragrance of silence and love in this city. All three years our television was off, and even after, when I lived alone, two more years it was not included. Do you know what else united us? At me and she had clothes bought in second hand.
We often walked, and he sometimes joined us silently, as invisible, while simultaneously romantic and pragmatic.
He combined the qualities of a practical financier, a manager and a male dandy who loves expensive cars and girls who love and are devoted to their homeland, their culture and traditions, and was one who can exist only in the future, in 100 years. Or… calmly be a friend who will never betray, with whom one can go to any war and, of course, complete it with a complete victory. And after a gallant drink of champagne.
If two people are destined to be together, no matter how much separation and tears they experience, fate will unite them anyway.
And that was true. He was from one part of the planet, I was from another part of the world, but why were we drawn to each other? He did not let go, and I could not leave him – we were in love.
You know, he always liked to repeat one phrase! “If God is with you, what difference does it make who is against you?”
And in this he was right. He was the kind of man you could rely on and be happy with.
So, the story of the two girlfriends continues. Zoe went to her house, and I went to my place.
We were looking for ourselves, and we were looking for true love. It is as difficult to find oneself as to search for love: everything comes by itself and only when you are ready to go your own way with or without it. We knew one thing: a person on his life’s path always goes with an angel on his shoulder. But he must go the way himself. The angel only tells, although not everyone sees or understands his clues.
How can you see the angel’s hints? Through numbers, I gradually began to catch them. Sometimes, she was angry with herself when she made a mistake, and in her thoughts, painted a picture of how she could have acted differently. The angel’s hints said that everyone has his own way and his numbers. My numbers were 12 and 21. I often became convinced of this. Recently I flew away from him for a month and accidentally stood on the check-box 12. Then, when I was spending time at the airport before the departure, a man in a green T-shirt with number 21 stopped in front of me. The world is mirrored, it reflects your thoughts, as in a mirror of water. Yes, and the human brain consists of 85 per cent of water and earth, too. So the numbers of my tips have always been mirrored, why should I be surprised?
So, the city in which I was born had a telephone code X12, and the town in which I lived all my conscious life, and the code number of the city of love was X21.
Do you know why I fall in love with him?? The fact that he knows how to seek a girl gallantly knows how to love, wait, care and teach. I am a young girl of 18, naive and stupid, brought up an intelligent woman, who then passed many tests. I remember the day when I was very hysterical, I got drunk, missed for some reason the city where I grew up, and he calmly met me… I pounded him, thumped him in the face, and he calmly embraced me and asked if I was torn at work. He said, embracing that you can not drink alone, it’s dangerous.
I think he does not understand very much what sometimes happens in my life, he lives his own, in his world, where everything is and even more. In his city, no one remains cold. For all, there is something to eat and drink. Tasty kebabs, different kinds of dishes from fish and the best cuisine in the world – delicious recipes, ingredients from around the globe. And to all this delicacy – cooks from all over the world, wines brought by ships or planes to his city. Golden youth who travel on expensive cars. He seems to have become accustomed to such a life.
He is not one who wants to buy a woman. It does not occur to him, he was brought up in other traditions, when the gentlemen got up at the entrance of the ladies and took off their hats before them.
You know, he once said: “Now there are few women and few real men. And we will not do anything about it. “As if his city was divided, like many cities, into wealthy, middle class and very poor.
So, from time to time, when my brains were starting to boil, he took me with him to the talks. To him often came the familiar businessmen to discuss the contracts. Shipowners who carry goods to another part of the earth. Directors of large cement and oil refineries…
Manufacturers could do the same equipment from a different composition of materials, which facilitated the construction of a ton, and the price depended on that.
In fact, we were just shown the factories, and the central part of the business negotiations was left to the partners for lunch, usually held in an expensive local hotel. As in the good old days, costly wines, all kinds of meat, vegetables and fruits were served on the table, all dishes were cooked by excellent chefs.
Today, the first of March, the first day of spring, he invited me to take a walk through the streets of this beautiful city. And gave a bouquet of tulips. It was terrible unforgettable feelings.
***
Rain, in Shanghai today is a slight rain. Adele did not take the umbrella, although she went running to the stadium. Today, handsome with perfume was not. Adel ran five laps, you must finally lose weight.
Right sent a photo of the latest Tesla model, asking: “I like it, do I buy it?”.
Adele crouched to meditate.
Right sent a picture of how the local kids are playing on his Porsche. One climbed up, and others ran around. Adele laughed when she saw the little small kids.
Adele went for a walk in the park, where there were many statues, the bushes blossomed there, and the flowers exuded a delicate aroma. Yellow, white flowers on the trees. She walked into the pagoda that stood in the park, and looked at the fish, quietly floating in the pond next to her.
While she was running, her phone fell several times, and now she found that some of the buttons did not work. Especially it pissed that punctuation marks are omitted.
The park usually gathered middle-aged men, who no longer worked. They played unusual folk instruments with unique music and discussed something. Adele was thoroughly soaked, and when she sat down to rest, she felt cold.
The phone did work all the same. Adele came home and cooked her usual dish: cut salad leaves, tomato, added olive oil, salt and squeezed lemon. This has long been her food. Zoe came in and asked what was new, like studying. Adele answered that everything was fine.
Zoe went to her friend Ana, whose boyfriend was a fitness trainer in the new quarters of the city of love. He worked with wealthy people who lived in villas.
– My whole body hurts.
– Yes?
– Yes. Yesterday I did some exercise, and the three of us did cardio. And then I already scored 2 kilograms. I was told to eat more protein eggs every day. I only eat vegetables and fruits.
– Yes, it is clear. Do you want tea with lemon? Will you have honey? – No. Listen, I want to cut my hair short.
– Yes? I think you will.
Zoe came from work sick. Apparently, the flu.
“I’m like a robot, I can not move anymore.”
– All right, go.
How do people change over time? They don’t like most of the things around them
Partners city government and the whole universe.
It is their universe which they don’t like and hate!
They do not want one this they don’t like the other…
Today it’s raining again. Adele went to a meeting, on business. Today she wore a dark blue raincoat and a light blue scarf under the colour of the metro’s eight metro lines in the city of love. She wears jeans and brown boots, like cowboys, and a white cotton shirt without, but not ironed, is peeking out from under her cloak. In the city of love, few people use irons. Adele is chewing gum. Today for breakfast she again ate salad leaves and tomato. She decided to switch to coffee with lemon, it seemed to her an excellent combination. What is it, the youth of the 21st century?
Somewhere seeking? They are called millennials. But it seems that over time they do not particularly well begin to remember the world history and the history of their country. They as Adele live on Instagram and put everywhere filters that life seems more exciting and colourful. Sometimes they don’t know how to spend time alone by themselves without phone and internet.
“Do not doubt, I’m with you, no matter what happens.” It’s the whisper of an angel.
Where do angels live? In you.
Adele asked herself this question.
But in the headphones, Yade Lauren sang the song Invitation.
No looking back. Adele liked this expression: do not look back. The past does not return, you need to strive only forward.
The office where Adele went was number 200120. Again you say – 12, and office number 2312. Strange coincidence, is not it?
But she had this happen all year.
When Right came, we took a bath together. Children’s toys floated in it-yellow ducks. Children love to play when they are bathed. Same as me.
Adele sat in a taxi, and from the car window, she looked at the cold city in the rain. Yes, sometimes it’s interesting, but sometimes just strange, this city. She was sitting in the lobby in the bank building, and reading aloud Bernard Verber’s book The Voice of the Earth, and listened to Paganini’s Cantabile, but then switched to Caprice.
In fact, Adele was a pretty capricious person. She now only switched to white socks. She had 20 pairs of socks, and the primary condition she put in was that they should all be out of cotton.
One day the Universe spoke in my language. While flying, she looked out the window. I said, “I love the univers” and the universe turned the heart from the cloud into a response. The stewardess gave me a pen and paper – I feel better when I have paper and a pen in my hands. A person is led by his destiny, you can not escape from it. And you will not fly away, sitting on the plane, you will not surrender. Doing yoga on the plane, I thought that I was a little crazy.
Adele got lost in the mall where the grand piano sounded. Indeed, she went to Lanvin, Celine and Chanel.
Last night, Right persuaded Adele to dinner by candlelight. He prepared rice and salmon, opened a white wine with bubbles. Adele wrapped herself, as in her childhood, in a knitted woollen warm blanket, and it seemed that the rain would not reach her there.
Football field on the roof of the house, mini-garden, swimming pool. What’s not on the roofs of the houses.
Bicyclists hurried somewhere on a sunny morning, with bags and without. Here the bicycle was and is the mainland transport. Everyone either has a bicycle or can rent it, any colour whatsoever.
Two living statues also hurried somewhere. One of them had an umbrella, the other did not.
Adele, my Adele, tired after the show. I went to the Harbor House to buy furniture. Long chose bed and bed linen.
The first violin is a Woman? It turned out – Man… Must the conductor have a patent leather shoe? And he should be grey? What should life be like? How is the music of the symphony orchestra? Real and with love?
While it was raining outside, people bought pearls.
What is the meaning of music? What is the purpose of life? Not with anything. Everyone finds what he is looking for.
The pianist returned and began to play Mendelssohn’s march.
Everyone continued to listen to him. The flautist thought when he had a wedding. Trumpet girls dropped notes.
The pianist passed the roses. The audience applauded.
Why close your eyes when you kiss? Why close your eyes when you listen to symphonic music?
Whitelist. On it, after all, you can write anything or draw? Has risked.
Dance is a drawing. Music is a note…
The drummer, tired of music, plugged his ears with earplugs. The conductor did not look like a magician. One violinist also had lacquered shoes, probably he himself wanted them too…
After the order of goods, Adele went to the hairdresser to do her hair. Her master wore a cap with the inscription “happiness and unhappiness”. United in one symbol, they meant that life flows by itself. The hairdresser dried her hair for a long time with a hairdryer and smoothed it, and before that, his assistant was doing Adelie’s massage for a long time with her head and shoulders.
Keep the moments that she can not hold…
When she is in a beautiful skirt of Marsal colour and in a black jacket made of lace. Or in a dark blue raincoat, and in the ears of pearl earrings…
They went to the Spanish restaurant La Cocina.
At Swing party, everything is smart. Now Adele knows how to get into the past. Going to the swing party was necessary.
Where does the wind blow?
Adele likes to cuddle with the sun and catch up with the clouds – in fact, this is the most exciting thing that she can do. Adel read Nassib Taleb’s article “Wealth as poison for the rich. “Venenum in auro.
We are growing up, we have a chance to revive life, but still, we are going to die.
Who do you want to see? What should you do when old age approaches?
Adel did not finish her coffee today. The unyielding taxi driver drove like Schumacher: he did not have a speedometer. Does this city love her, how does she love him?
Right invited her to the restaurant, but in fact, she did not particularly like restaurants, except for some, and what was the point of the restaurants? Probably, for some it is, but Adel would have had enough soup cooked at stake, with fresh bread and fresh air.
Right taught Adele to dream and get up in the morning, but this time he had a trip for three days, and they spent them together. Right had to launch his project with clothes, they went to the city where they produce materials, and on the way, they ate at McDonald’s. Right kept her coffee, and she fell asleep sugar. They bought tickets without seats, on the train, they were standing upright, and Right held Adele’s hand, as if afraid to lose her.
When they returned, it started to rain again, Right feared that Adel would get wet, he somehow did not want even a drop of water to fall on her, and Adel already used to walk in the heavy rain alone and happily!
Rain and wind have always been frequent visitors to this city. Drinking tea with lemon and ginger with Right is a great pleasure. Rain – and people you can not keep in your life when you want.
First Right washed Adel with shampoo and wiped it after showering, then Adele washed him and dried it with a towel.
“I like your lips and nose.”
– And I like your braces.
– I will take them only after a year.
For some reason, for no reason at all, Right thoughtfully carried:
– But life is short, we all die, and what about
Will it be with us after death?
But today Adele did not want to talk and think about death. She just wanted to enjoy the evening.
“Yes, you’re right, someday we’ll all die.”
She always felt sad when she thought about what was going on with us after death. Some smartbooks say that end is part of life and we must take it as it is.
Every city has its own spirit. At this city it is original. In the modern world, there are many types of transport that we can choose: a private car – it’s fast, convenient, with a breeze and safe; the metro is also fast, but with a breeze from air conditioners and a constant crowd of people… Buses. They are in this city lead to noise. Of course, you can choose a motorcycle, and still have a bike. Well, he and I moved around on all types of transport, and sometimes just preferred human feet. The beauty of this type of transportation is that when you walk, the whole body is in motion and it seems that you perceive the world around differently. Of course, it would not hurt to shut your ears from the city noise. But still, it’s not a forest or steppe.
Where only the wind and footsteps are heard, maybe even the murmur of a stream.
Cos, when you walk all your body, begin to work, and you start to notice everything around you.
Sometimes I want to drink green tea without any smacks! Apparently, only with a mug of tea, a modern man locked in a stone jungle can become a little closer to nature, to one that is not touched by civilisation in some places of our planet.
So, today we decided to walk with him. Near the temple on the left side there is a pedestrian bridge, and to the left is a luxury hotel, and, strangely enough, opposite this hotel, there are many bars with bright signs advertising beer. But in fact, they provide other services there… More than once I had to make sure that humanity on one side of the street is sinning, and after crossing the road, it can commit sins… Then we went to the store to buy products. Our relationship was like everyone else: shops – walk – joint night views of films. I was sometimes sick of his attitude towards me and my attitude towards him.
It always seemed to me that the saying “from love to hate is one step” is not about me, but in life, it turned out to be true…
– What do men think? I asked unobtrusively.
“About the women and about the money” he growled with a severe air. – What about women?
“Probably about the stars” I said jokingly, but in fact, about what they think, no one knows: who is talking about diamonds, which is about flowers, and someone about children.
Different thoughts came to me. He was sometimes far away, and I stayed in our city, where we spent our time breathing the same air. You know, sometimes I did not have enough air. At work sometimes had to leave for another, no less fairy-tale city, where I met different people from embassies of different countries or with organisers of exhibitions around the world. I realised that intense feelings of people towards each other – it’s true. When you watch a TV series on TV, and in it from hatred to each other before love, one step, you still do not perceive it, until you experience such feelings. So I also hated him and loved him as much as he was. After all, a person cannot be perfect in everything? The ideal guy, husband, wife…
“The heart has its own laws, which the mind does not know”. Blaise Pascal said this. My mind often made mistakes, but my heart never. I did not understand that I lived by the subconscious. Maybe Blaise Pascal had in mind the psyche when he meant the heart. The angel has his own way of communicating – he communicates with you through your intuition.
All living things are eager for freedom. And I, too, was alive, and I broke out into the street, to freedom, left work, and now I have nothing to live on. But nothing, apparently, it was my conscious or unconscious choice, but I did it. I was just strangling the office. Decided to be a wanderer without money and without housing.
In the south, very heavy rains. After one of the business meetings, I was lost in an unfamiliar city, I had nowhere to go, and along the way, I asked the casual passer-by on how to get to the nearest metro station. And he bought me milk, and we spent an hour on a bus trip. Of course, I went on the latest achievements of the automotive industry and saw in public transport of different people, from prime ministers to presidents of great countries. But this is not the most important thing. Bus, people, road – we lost touch with spirituality, exchanged romance for material life.
I could afford everything I wanted: expensive restaurants, Italian and French wines. Costly bags made of genuine leather. But I lacked one thing – discovering myself as a person and understanding my destiny.
I was very fond of diamonds. Some stones were lost several times and could not be found. But it would be better if I found myself. How many times did she tell herself that she should always go ahead, and what is even better, run away? It’s a shame when the time is wasted on empty chatter. You can not do it – do not say anything, and if you said so, do it.
My city is with me, and I am with it. My world is with me, but will I live with it? Or die with it? It seems to me that life is like death. One without the other no. Life is like a hotel: you are in it, but you have nothing in it, nothing in it belongs to you, everything is temporary. We all die sooner or later, and then why ask what kind of nation you have? Just enjoy your life and the things that humanity left in it. Next, I do not see the point, I live in my time.
So, we went to eat my favourite pizza with delicious cheese and Italian muscat wine.
Then they took a taxi and drove to the most expensive club in the city to drink a mojito and seize a lemon. They sat, drank wine and admired the views of my beloved city. He treats me like a princess, but… We had an arrangement that in my life for my expenses I am responsible myself.
A girl should not depend on the man who is near. Well, except that at night, if afraid that the window will look at the monsters.
And so we go for walks, go shopping, buy silk handkerchiefs and dresses… Yes, I remember, we went to a silk factory! Now I will tell…
There is a legend that the young Chinese Empress Xi Lin Chi accidentally dropped the cocoon of the caterpillar into the water and discovered that the shiny threads of the envelope can be unwound.
Adels childhood
When she was in sixth grade, she felt like a caterpillar that would never turn into a bubble: she was wearing old shoes, which was more than two sizes, wearing a coat damaged by a moth. But it turns out that life is unpredictable if you try to change yourself. Now she is dressed in expensive boutiques and requires things only from collections of famous designers. And she wears only silk dresses.
Perhaps, recalling her childhood, she now appreciates the human labour and even rice, which is often thrown out in restaurants.
I’m used to silk only and can not do anything about it. And now I’m used to diamonds, I’m just drawn to them. So, in continuation of the fact that the angels exist, yesterday I got 102 bills, but on the contrary, as always, a bottle with number 12 (twelve-year cognac or, perhaps, a whiskey). I do not remember. It does not matter. But it seems that only this number love me. Something in the last days I lost track of time. For me, there is no night and day. After all, the night turns into a day, and he surrenders to the night.
The birthday of the writer, with whose books I communicated in awkward moments, is also December 12.
My favourite is always with me. When I feel good and when it’s terrible. When I alone drink my favourite coffee at Starbucks or when we drink wine with friends. Or when we rush with furious speed on the High Way. I understood why I could only live in this city. He loves me, and I love him.
Again, on December 12, we drank champagne early in the morning. That’s how the morning should begin.
I can not say that I loved more – a man or a city.
We went to a professional massage for $ 100 per hour, and after that, I slept for 2 days. To be honest, I’m just a bit different from a homeless guy who does not have anything, but he’s at least tied to nothing. Nothing disturbs him, he has no responsibility to either the family or the society, he does what he wants. I realised that there was fraud around me. Your branded dress in the store for one and a half, or even three thousand dollars, and the net cost of it from a hundred. The rest – to pay for the pleasure of the owner of the store and the designer of the thing. And if it’s nice to tear up a T-shirt on yourself – here are your designer clothes. And the food in expensive hotels? A kilogram of rice costs less than one dollar, and for how much will they sell you one plate, putting, also, a couple of shrimp? But a person is happy that he can afford to be rich. We are all consumers. Yes, consumers. I’m included! I am a consumer as well! Sometimes I run away from my apartment, so the things in it for some reason press on me. Recently, I do not even wear jeans.
In addition to music and air, I do not need anything yet. You know, I left my job, as I said. Just tired of sitting every day in the office, where I did not have enough air. Now I watch TV shows. I go for walks in the parks, and sometimes – for the most famous art projects. It’s good when you do not have a job and have time to sleep peacefully, rather than force yourself to achieve the goals.
I think I love him. But I would have lived with him. I was ready to work and achieve success with him. For some reason, he wants me to find a business that I like. He said he would provide investment for the project. But you know, I want everything.
To achieve it myself, and make him is proud of me. We have to dream and struggle for our dreams!
Often, when he works at his desk, I sit down on his lap, and he shakes me and hugs me. The day before yesterday we went to the club. They ordered champagne for fifteen hundred dollars. But after all the drunk I vomited. To me already it became ridiculous. Why do we drink? It is clear that the mood rises and there is a sense of flight. But after? And imagine, if you were a homeless person? Wouldn’t it be work, food, housing? Anyway, I would have lived somehow. Sometimes I also live without a penny in my pocket.
I’m going to meet a friend at the airport today, which we often rave about. And the day before yesterday I bought myself a coffee maker and a bathroom. Soon, I think, I’ll order a bedroom and a beautiful box to put my diamonds into it. Sometimes, when I rage, I throw them away. And he still buys new ones. Well, there is love. It’s just that sometimes I get bored with all this. I decided to be a volunteer and go to Africa to live there for more than a year. Not to be spoiled. Everything is straightforward. I registered on the site to devote a year of my life to volunteer work. But, it seems, they do not need a volunteer. For the full complex began to learn the Turkish and French language and learned to dance. Well, okay, the year has passed, the purification has turned out to be complete, but I’ll tell about it later. I remember the days when I drank Dom Perignon and smoked cigars in splendid solitude, and sometimes with him.
Again thoughts about death came. What will become of my body? Warm? With the world? Dancing penguin – that’s what I turned into today. In the dancing penguin!
Sometimes it’s so relaxing to sit in the dark. And that no one was around. I remember my childhood, the taste of apples and cherries, the rustle of leaves from the wind. Now either the music in the headphones or the noise of the city. I began to forget how the ants scurry back and forth, began to forget what life is. Often the space of streets is so stifling that I want to escape to the forest or to the mountains, where only grasses, goats and me. Yesterday we went out with him again to walk and drink.
She remembers the ant, whom the five-year-old girl wanted to crush with small fingers. Probably, she often did this when she was little. Childhood will come back soon only you will go towards your childhood. Sometimes it is ok to be a child neither than the adult.
Conversation mine with Right.
– I’m not for you.
“I tried to forget you.”
“Try again, forget it.”
– As you can see, nothing happened.
– You can afford anything, but not me. – The creature.
– I miss you.
“Shut up and leave.”
“I do not need you, believe me, I can manage.”
– I have no doubt.
– See you in another life, or, when I die,
Send me roses.
– I want us to be together, I want to enjoy to wait for your beauty, your eyes, I want to see how you smile, I want to feel your smell, touch your body, caress you, I want to explore the touch of your lips. I do not know what is happening to me.
That’s how they swore.
God has presented a woman’s body and a masculine character. One with another is not particularly combined. But if there were no male character inside, then a long time ago this fragile outside of the girl would not have existed.
In a dream, I often get into the Second World War, where I am a five-year-old girl, who was given a piece of bread. And I usually walk around the collapsed buildings. And sometimes I get into the future. There I saw either robots, or drones, without legs, but with a human face. Do they have a soul? I do not know.
How delicious the rain smells and how pleasant it is on its own! You need to try it, and only then can you understand this. What happiness – to stand in the rain without an umbrella!
– I do not want to look into his eyes, he exhausted my strength and my confidence.
– What do you want most of all?
– I missed the family, and on it, I want champagne.
“He probably wants you, too, and champagne… Correspondence with a friend who does not exist.”