wondrous overture of human life – majestic nature was coming alive, while people was dropping burden of vanity. It was the day I met virgo vestalis… It was a golden-haired girl with mellow facial features: aristocratic nose (in «patrician» style), deep brown eyes, where we could find the aesthetics of her spirit and the acuteness of her mind, thin lips, which hide intimate sanctuary of love. Her sophistication has produced in my mind pictures of paradise: like angelic power her figure has sent me to the world of pure beauty. And the sun – this king of nature – has thrown rays on her inspirational face. In those moments I felt unity with Platonic ideal of love.
But I have lost his beauty… And, maybe, with her beauty I have lost part of myself. I always will go back to the moment when I met this virgo vestalis. And, dear readers, you must understand all horror of this feeling – you have lost ideal in physical world….
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