The Moscow River is covered with thin ice, and every meter passed by the ship is accompanied by a measured crunch. The suffocating steam of the capital with the smell of sewage seems to be coming from everywhere, but this is not at all as scary as is commonly believed. If desired, you can completely ignore it.
Moscow is deathly clean: not a single car. Not a single lantern. The moon shines exactly through the ruby star on the Spasskaya Tower, and everything around is covered with a crimson haze.
I don’t know where we are sailing, and whether a creaky gangway awaits us at the end, and who cares?! I feel completely safe, as if in the event of a crash I would only get my shoes a little wet. I’m neither hot nor cold. No way for me. And I like it.
I don’t think about what’s happening, and I don’t even suspect that everything around me is completely unrealistic. Other colors, other smells.
I leaned on the mesh fence and smiled. In his right hand, out of nowhere, a glowing glass of champagne appears.
– Well, for those who are at sea! – I propose a toast.
There’s a girl standing next to me. She’s incredibly beautiful and I think I’m in love. I didn’t ask her name, but for some reason I know it. I just know everything here, without any details.
She has large, childishly naive eyes and completely unruly hair. Thin fingers in white gloves gently and somehow especially touchingly lie on the railing, as if she were playing on the piano a simple and therefore beautiful melody that no one else hears.
I’m very afraid for her. She is still just a child and cannot oppose anything to this world. Of course, I can’t do this either, but my enthusiasm more than outweighs the amateurish approach. I want to be there just to know for sure: nothing bad will happen to her, so fragile and magical. And while I’m trampling this land, I’m ready to do anything for it, and neither biblical truths nor a set of modern laws will stop me.
-Where are we sailing?? – she asks in a sweet whisper.
– Don’t know. Must be somewhere where it’s warm and winter hasn’t set in yet?
"I’m the king of California!»
– No, no, I love winter! Isn’t snow beautiful?! Let’s just go where it’s good now.
I take the captain’s cap off the hook and carefully place it on my companion’s head.
– Set course, my lady.
She smiles and puts a finger to her cheek, depicting a grimace of serious choice on her face.
— Tammerfors.
– Then we go north! Full speed ahead, load up the coals, and really hope there’s still some coffee left on board!
With these words, I grabbed my captain by the waist, and, lifting the girl, as light as a feather, I spun her around in a quick dance around the deck. She laughed wildly, I loudly recited blank verses, and it was all so wonderful, so unreal that, for a moment, a crushed melancholy reared its head in my heart.
I felt the warmth of her hands through the leather gloves that lay on my temples. Pressing the unearthly creature to me, like a child’s favorite toy, I greedily locked eyes with her, trying to build a bridge between us, so close perhaps, but separated. I lowered her to the ground, and when I heard the heels of her boots hit the metal, she somehow leaned towards me. We almost bumped noses, and it seems that what happened. I closed my eyes, like a first-grader who was given a kiss on the cheek for carrying a briefcase to the entrance, and felt the cloying taste of hygienic lipstick on her lips. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach me.
We all sailed and sailed, past the Kremlin, to the distant Tammerfors, which long ago changed its name. And I was happy.
And so on until the most terrible sound imaginable came from the sky – the grumbling voice of a doorbell..
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What other coffee can there https://velvetbingocasino.co.uk/ be on the ship?? I doubt that even in a dream there will be anything there other than powdered rubbish
Our ministry has recently approved a lot of all sorts of neuter things, but this does not mean that now we should do something less correctly)
And, here’s another thing, at the very beginning you write “everything around is covered with a crimson haze”. It would be one thing if “everything stood in a crimson haze” (sank, was immersed in it – underline as necessary), but it certainly could not be covered with it.
And the first sentence in the penultimate paragraph is also striking. “He grabbed the captain, lifting the girl” – a rough place, you get caught on it.