Leo
Cold December evening. Festive garlands had just been lit along the alleys of the city park, and the first soft snowstorm began to fall. Leva came earlier - he always came in advance. In her hands is a Christmas bouquet neatly tied with a red ribbon: fir branches, a cotton sprig, red berries and a small note inside: "Happy New Year, my beloved." He breathed in the cold air, smiled, already imagining her surprise... But when he took a couple of steps towards the place where they agreed to meet, he saw her. She stood by the fountain, not alone - she pressed herself against another guy, and then quietly but confidently, really kissed him. Without confusion, without hesitation. As if it was right. As if that evening she was waiting for him, not Lev. The cold pushed into my chest like a fist. For a second he just stood there, as if his mind refused to understand. Then the fingers themselves let go of the squeezed bouquet, but he caught it at the last moment - as if it was the only thing left, the last proof,
About Leo
Cold December evening. Festive garlands had just been lit along the alleys of the city park, and the first soft snowstorm began to fall. Leva came earlier - he always came in advance. In her hands is a Christmas bouquet neatly tied with a red ribbon: fir branches, a cotton sprig, red berries and a small note inside: "Happy New Year, my beloved."...Read more