, . , . . , XIV XV. , , , . , , , . , , , , . , , . . . . -- . . , , - . . , , , , , , , . , , , . , , , , , , , . , , , , , , , , , , -, , , , , , , . , , , . , , , , , , , , , , . , , - , , , , , . , - , , , , , , - , , , , . , , , , , , , , . . , , , , , , , . , , , () , . , , , . , . , , , . . , . , , , . , . , , , , . . And no obsessions could chase us. , , , , . , , , , , , . , , -- . , , . Universes on the floor of television shows start beginning securing our love flow. Despite confusions and embarrassment while kissing for the first time I regulated my daggering into Kim's complexes and my own acnephobia. We simply could not say simple words and play common games. Each and every our chance to get enfolded by each other made us believe it was more than love and we used to lose the feeling of being together once and again just looking for something unattainable in borderless space of our dreams. . Slowdive . , , , , . , . , . . , , , . , . , , , . . , . , . , , . , - , , , , . , , . . , , . , ? , . . . . , , . , . . , , , , . , , , , , , , , , . , , , , , . . . . . , , , , . , , , , . , . , , , , , -. . "magnificent" . , , , , . . -- . . - . -- . . . , . , , , , , , . , , , , , . -- , , , , , , , , , , , . . , , . . : -- , -? -- . , . , , , , , . , , . , , , . , . , , . . . "", . , , ; , , , -- . , , , . . "". . , . " ", -- . " , , , ." I received your portrait from space. No one seemed to be unknown to me by that time. Really evoking eyes to remind me your face I got drowned in ocean rebellion. . , , , . , , , , . "Sunny girl" was the utmost primary Eugene's thought. Maria started decoding his brightless and distorted breath. She thought at once she wasted few lives being Pablo's servant. , , , , . : " , , , . , , , , , ......... , , , , . , ....." ! . , . , , . , , , , , , . , . , . , . , . , . . Mary, stay with me. Did I say it? I am too old to masturbate alone. ( , , - , , . .) , . , , , , . , . , , , . . . . , : , ? , , , , . . , . , . , , . , . , , , , , , . . , . , , , , , . , . , - . . , , , . , , . , . . , , . . . I'd love to have energetic sex with a seductive shepherdess. , , , . , , - , , , , , , . , , , . . , , , , , . -- .. -- . -- , . -- , , , . . , , , , . . , . . , . - , , , . , , . , , , , , , , , . , , . . , . , , . , , , , . , . . . . . , , . Restrictive state policy overwhelmed our love story. It was always hard to find any explanation for authorities' actions. At tea o'clock at my place just seeing each other hugging each other tightly with devotion and talking of space worlds forgetting scorned races outside we meet. Eating chocolate listening to MBV. Stopping thinking of cruel militiamen. Stop inanity. Just for a second giving a chance to yourself to feel the most comprehensive growth of love inside spreading and bursting out. , , , , , , , trying to recognise eyes, , , , . , , , . , , , , - , , , , . , , , . -. . , . , , , , , , , , , , . , , . . . , . , , , . . All You Need Is Love. ... , , , , . . . , , , , , , , , . -- , -- , -- .... -- , -- , . , , , . . , , . . , , , . , , -- . -- - ? -- , . . . . . . - , - , , . . . . -- !!!!!!! I found out Clementine was in Lviv. She stayed their with AEGEE delegation from Spain. In the evenings she got drunk with Miha and had been dancing with Olav. She started to grow inside as she perceived all the abnormality of her past and wasting time. Traveling to Kiev she ran off few relapse moods and drifted through exciting acquaintances. I saw her weather skin and sparkling eyes. Grasping her hands' waves I wished her face touched mine and her breath got mixed with my inspiration. Wished to cry, to reach her ears with I see you. Soon she was hidden in the dawn mists. . , , , , , . , . . , , , . - , - , . . , , , , ? . IV. , , , , . . .  * II *  . . . . , . . . , , ", ". - , - , . , , : Art was invisible, the planets got unseen. After the smashes of two universes nothing resembled pure idea of a definite dignity. They had been eating their gypsy food and drinking their gypsy wine. The girls around started to feel excited as they could dance on the tables and show to visitors their almost naked bodies, legs and asses, almost naked breasts. Some guys did cry in the hall and evoked barmen and got drunker more and more. The stories told in the nights reflected their most hidden and unknown desires where they had been taught to leave everything behind and they did. The place looked so as if it was burnt and destroyed completely by a child who wished to stay pure. There everyone who remembered the name of Clementine decided to meet in the alley of grey cactuses. Poor relative also planned to be there. Though he just had such a joke. He used to wear glasses and be acquainted with all those who pretended to be elite artists. However he had never been bisexual. He only laughed at everybody who had lovers of different sex. He had no real sex in life as he had a wrong wife or had no wife. It is amazing how lifeless they are!!!!!!! EVERYBODY EVERYONE ALL OF THEM WHERE SHOULD WE KILL THEM? WHEN? Clementine's son got astonished reading all that. He started stuttering. Clementine got upset. But what could she do? Her son had to become a brilliant painter. Reading that old note-book Painter got freaked off in the class-rooms and his comrades' companies. He wanted to reanimate that incredible language he sank in. He continued reading: , . , . . , . , . . , , . , . . , . , , . , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . , , , , , . . , . . . , . , , , , . . , - , , , . , , , . , , , , , . , , , , . , , , . , -, . Having found the edge he wished so much to stay at least for some indefinite time there being nowhere feeling being nowhere, though finally he realised how painful it was to be still in and be needed to someone as well as needing someone. Relieve me. Give me life. He knew everything had to be fine in Acapulco but definitely he was exhausted by the time of awakening. He always remembered that visions. Sunday morning he had always to get concentrated. , . . . . . , . , , , . , , , , . , , . , , , , . . , , , () , . , , , , . . : , . ; , , , , , , , . , , , , , , , , , . ? , , , , . , , , . , , , , , . , ; ; , -, , , . , , , . , . , , , , . . , , . . , , , , , . -- , , , -, . . , , , , . . . -- , ... -- , -- ? , . , , , . . : -- , . , . , , . , , . , , , , , , , . , , , , , , . . . . --