Vera Polozkova - a popular poetess, winner of several literary prizes, an actress
Now I, waking up after you leave home, read a note on the table: “Verochka! Fried chicken in the pan, do not forget. Baby, you came very beautiful, I'm happy. Everything else will be resolved by itself. Love you!"
Having plowed our vast military arsenal over each other over the past decade, we seem to have met in the middle of the ruins and scattered land, sat on a hillock, looked around and began, without saying a word, to build and tidy up. It seems to me that a wonderful period begins: you can finally stop surviving, saving up, fight and fall asleep in anticipation of the worst and learn to dream, dress up, like and do stupid things anew. As for health, you ran a marathon for more than twenty years, without the right to respite, of course, now, having finished, you can’t catch your breath and calm your heartbeat. I’ve grown up, you can already be weak, it’s okay, I can restrain myself. When you just start to forgive and let go, you are amazed at how such opposites coexist in you: I go around Odessa and argue terribly with you internally, picking up the most biting, irrefutable arguments, I go in to the store, I see myself in a high mirror and quickly think: “Wow, I’m becoming like my mother. The coolest thing is if my children will be in it. "
And so every day: you catch yourself on some of your lines, which you yourself have torn off all your hands, and think to eradicate it once and for all, and then you return to my room a round metal plate for fruits, which I bought, and on my cautious question "why?" you say bewildered: "When I look into it, my head is spinning right away." And I think first: “Why are you looking in there, Lord?” And right then: "I love you."
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Vera Polozkova is a popular poetess, winner of several literary prizes, an actress.