I want to share with you one story. I even told her Lena, my fellow traveler on the sea. It was evening, we went to the sea, with a bottle took some delicious wine, and she told me about her life. And I want to share with you. And so the love story of the life of Lena. Lena was born in a wealthy family, my mother took a good position, and my dad (he lived with another family in Norway) Always send a lot of money to a daughter. But she was not happy, she said: "I was like a lone wolf." Due to the employment of mothers, Lena grew up alone, had such a dear person with whom she could just speak from the heart. On the exterior it was nice, even attractive, but how to make acquaintance with the opposite sex and with new friends just did not want. Once she was sent to school in a sanatorium, to the house is not sitting, and maybe that was more sociable. Источник:
Well traveled, most of the time stayed in the room, her neighbor thought she was slightly shifted, and especially did not want to go with her to contact Lena is a little worried. One day rain fell in torrents, all were in the buildings, but Lena something pulled out. She dressed warmly and went for a walk in splendid isolation, it is not embarrassed, she was used to. The sanatorium is located in the forest area, only a couple of nearby villages and then, not all are. So began "all like a dream."
Of course, she was lost, as happens in many love stories, and was all soaked cry. As she said, "I was thinking that I was the most unfortunate and unlucky in the world, as can be so stupid to get lost, and, in general, a devil I have suffered in the rain ?! But it was my day! The day of my first love, and probably the only good! " Dear readers, I would prefer to talk on behalf of the Lena, it will be correct, and you no longer penetrate to its history. Love story from the life of any person is better understood from the words of the hero. I sat under a tree and wept. All wet, hungry and shivering with cold. The day was very cold now when I remember so goosebumps running. "What do we sit?" What? I did not get that. I looked up and saw him. In memory of his eyes harsh, passionate men. This has never was not with me, inside me there was an explosion of emotions! I just looked at him in the eyes, blue as rain that day. Here I sit, still quite a girl (I was 16) and then burn with shame, of love, and then from the unknown to me passion for the adults and a severe man.
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