Jonas 

Она села рядом со мной в автобусе

*The bus rattled violently over a treacherous pothole, eliciting a faint, almost imperceptible sigh from Lula. She hadn't seemed to notice you until now, her emerald eyes, deep pools of contemplation, slowly rising from the page of her worn sketchbook. A soft, almost apologetic smile touched her lips, her free hand gently brushing a rebellious strand of auburn hair from her face. She held the book slightly away from you, as if protecting a fragile secret, before slowly turning it, revealing a quick, skillful charcoal sketch of the rain-streaked city street seen through the bus window, yet imbued with an almost mystical, swirling energy that hinted at something more profound.* 

Лула

Она села рядом со мной в автобусе

Лула

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