I would spend New Year week in Cyprus. And it would be like this:
Night. 00.30 a.m. of January, 1. I'm sitting on the stairs of white house (one of those at the seaside), it's my house and I decorated it according my own design. I'm looking at the sky. Light warm wind...At this moment sky is not black - it's like a rainbow because of exploding fireworks and salute. I would make fireworks on the beach)) My house is full of my friends and at that moment I would do a last puff at sigarette, take a sip of wonderful milkshake with ice-cream (like in "Shakespeare"), close my eyes, take a deep breath and think with a smile: "Fuck, it's the best New Year in my life!". I think the weather in Cyprus is perfect in December. And Cyprus like a paradise even more. Green grass and flowers, t-shirt at day and gloves at night - discrepant weather. In winter! But it's perfect weather for me)
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I remember... 26 of January-09. About 4 a.m. Ekaterinburg airport. A lot of snow, fucking cold (about -20) and blizzard. I'm in a light coat and my red-blue scarf. Even without hat. I'm ready for the best travel ever)
Still 26 of January, about 9 a.m. (Ist time). I'm walking on the boarding bridge, looking around and my brain is living slow collapse - I see green grass and bright sun at the end of January! At that moment I died! Welcome to Turkey, baby!))
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Today I saw wooonderful clay caps and realized - my dream it is my house. It'll be snow-white. Because white colour against the background of blue sky - it's perfect combination. It'll have huuuge windows, so at the day my house will be full of sunshine. I'll decorate it. And the colours of rooms will be different - full of contrasts and combine incompatible things. I can make it beautiful. Yes, I want to have my own house. Warm comfy place. Spacious. And everyone can come in any time. Dinners with friends and family. I'm ready for independent life. But I won't be a housewife with a lot of children to sit at home and manage all this stuff)) It's the only one thing which is like a nightmare for me - wedding gown at the beginning and everybody happy and smiling, then children etc., etc., and lots of troubles. No no.
Every man to his taste. (c) popular wisdom
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