Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.
Надеюсь, она когда-нибудь простит меня за это, но мне нужно это написать. Серьезно, а то жүрегім қысылып тұр.
So... you know, it was a rather regular celebration in my family, with lots of friends and relatives coming over to wish my father a happy birthday. Only this time we had some money on the budget, so we hired people to serve the food and clean the plates, we order catering from a rather fancy restaurant (one of the fanciest in the city, to be precise), and it was an overall black tie dresscode event. We even had the pure white, the snow white tableclothes and same napkins.
I vividly remember the caviar in the silver plates which my Mom was so proud of.
So anyway, it was fancy. Especially in our newly decorated apartment, with everything so fresh and fabulous...
When everyone moved to the library room to dance, I quietly tiptoed to my room to see how my cousins were doing. They already fell asleep, and I could just quietly sit down with my laptop and write to my beloved girlfriend.
So I did. And then somehow I ended up browsing real estate websites from all around Europe, searching for a castle. I found one for a pretty decent price - even when thinking about inflation in the few following years, it was still pretty affordable for a family of two. It was located in the Loire valley, in France.
And that was that night, when I told my baby that we will end up in a castle just like that one. I promised her the snow white tableclothes and silverware made of actual silver, I promised that I will only throw plates of Limoges china against one wall, and that she will be there to hand them over to me from a big box labeled "For when Megumi is sad".
I promised her that castle.
Just as everything else in our relationship, it turned out to be a castle in the air.
So... you know, it was a rather regular celebration in my family, with lots of friends and relatives coming over to wish my father a happy birthday. Only this time we had some money on the budget, so we hired people to serve the food and clean the plates, we order catering from a rather fancy restaurant (one of the fanciest in the city, to be precise), and it was an overall black tie dresscode event. We even had the pure white, the snow white tableclothes and same napkins.
I vividly remember the caviar in the silver plates which my Mom was so proud of.
So anyway, it was fancy. Especially in our newly decorated apartment, with everything so fresh and fabulous...
When everyone moved to the library room to dance, I quietly tiptoed to my room to see how my cousins were doing. They already fell asleep, and I could just quietly sit down with my laptop and write to my beloved girlfriend.
So I did. And then somehow I ended up browsing real estate websites from all around Europe, searching for a castle. I found one for a pretty decent price - even when thinking about inflation in the few following years, it was still pretty affordable for a family of two. It was located in the Loire valley, in France.
And that was that night, when I told my baby that we will end up in a castle just like that one. I promised her the snow white tableclothes and silverware made of actual silver, I promised that I will only throw plates of Limoges china against one wall, and that she will be there to hand them over to me from a big box labeled "For when Megumi is sad".
I promised her that castle.
Just as everything else in our relationship, it turned out to be a castle in the air.
Сделайте меня развидеть этот ужасный цикл рассказов, а? С одной стороны, хорошо написано, а с другой - унитаз наоборот в черную дыру.