Dear Diary, today is an incredible day,
in which I met a stranger. Everyone can ask himself: «What is special in it?» But now I’m going to tell the unbelievable story, so here now.
I’m walking on the atmosphere street within the equal five-story buildings. The birds are singing and the clouds are dancing waltz with the Sun, they are like gentlemen. The wind is not strong but enough to inflate the hair on my hands. I bet, if I had long hair on the head it would have closed my eyes. It is an afternoon and after 40 meters of walking I notice a little stone, so I decide to kick that while I’m going (I don’t know why, may it be the result of my love to the football game). Suddenly, on the fourth hit my pebble runs so fast and stops next to a café, called “In Barley”. I make a step on the pavement to take the stone. Then I stand up and notice some scratches on it, not paying any attention, I lift my eyes and see this girl. At first my mind is in moist and I cannot get the real complexion of hers. She is sitting in front of me, so I can see just her nape through the glass. I know that she wears a long magical grey cloak with the purple stars and a long black hat. But the most impressive is, absolutely, her white sneakers, so to speak, unfit. Since I'm a curious man, I want to see her face at last. I decide to step into the café and to order some coffee, just to look in her eyes. So I put my Little friend into the pocket and walking in. I have been here before, may be once or twice. It is a very simple place, just with the guitars hanging on the red and green walls and on the windowsill beautiful flowers are standing. I’m coming to the reception to order something to drink, while waiting, I’m trying to see her face, but she seems asleep with the head looking down at the table. Now, when my cup is full of liquid, I dare to sit somewhere, and I also notice, that all places are full. Of course, it’s a dinner time. But the sit next to my stranger is untaken and I’m going there. At the moment I sit down, she lifts her head, and I am shocked! She has bright neither green nor blue pupils, and they are so deep, so I have just drowned in them for a while. Her hair is long and almost fully hidden under the hat, but even, so I can see her black tips. Her eyelashes are long and eyebrows are sick, but not so bushy as mine. The colour of her face is identical to the hands – pure white, and the face is so clear, without wrinkles, or scars or acnes. But her lips… they are so magnificent… And the most interesting thing is her smile. I don’t know why but she is smiling. However after a minute of silence she says: «Hello, my name is Mishone, and I’m glad you haven’t thought I’m a crazy one. I just like to speak to good people, and you seem to be a good friend if you've sat here, not being afraid of my appearance. Sorry for that, it's just my way of catching to whom I can talk. So, can we drink together?»…
That is how I met my best friend, who helps me with every difficulty that appear on my way. And she is not a crazy woman as I thought before.
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