blue dress
shirt x3
winter boots
how (silently and very fast) you were running escaping the storm in the woods in the twilight, how you stumbled and made that salto mortale, how you were rolling down the mountainside through the deer shrubs, over the rocks and dusty grass, how you were pulling those spiny seeds out of your face and those burrs out of your hair like out of a dog’s coat
laptop
camera
perfume
how you were walking out of the doors of the faculty at 4.30 am breathing clouds’ tails in through your teeth, how you were sitting under the library colonnade watching stars (rendered to the righteous a reward of their labours, guided them in a marvellous way, and was unto them for a cover by day, and a light of stars in the night season) and pallid milk spilled on the mountaintops
being good at putting cigarettes out on people’s faces, getting good drugs and losing the power of grammatically correct speech several times a week
film 120
socks
passport
round scar on your knee — sudden running into on the dark alley (screw you, Mr. Bunin) and the infinitely lasting glance that touched you up so you forgot how to move your legs — bang-bang, you hit the ground and were limping for two weeks
long scar on your back — scrambling up a crack in the rock, stretching accurately as if you were in bed with the salty taste in your mouth caressing a woman with your slow body, almost came when the rock scratched you
and a scar right here —
well, speaking of love, I’ve been training since last January and now I can do 10 km as a second-class sportsman according to the Unified Sports Classification System of the USSR, even if started with a sprint, so when that word is about to be pronounced, I demonstrate a calm bounding takeoff I’ve practiced with a rottweiler that jumped at me from a wet rosebush
‘i will love you forever’
stopped sounding pathetic and inappropriate
stopped being a joy and a tragedy
took its place in the order of things:
ipod, coat, keys, i will love you forever
