Года два назад написала один рассказ. Читайте, комментируйте... Here's the beginning...
читать дальшеLILY’S STRENGTH
There are times when, like the tape of a movie, my life rewinds back in my memory. When someone dear tome appears on the screen of my mind, I like to stop the rewinding and hit the play button to watch it over again. This time my friend’s sad smile appeared, her light brown eyes stared at me, reminding of her last words to me. I rewind ten years back to watch her life unfold from our first meeting, until our last, a couple of years ago.
Now I can see her pretty face with a perfect nose, white-teethed smile, long brown hair, in soft waves, like a veil falling down her back and shoulders. I even can hear her kind heart beat with excitement of a young happy life in it. Her name fit her well; it is Lily. Like the flower lily, she bloomed and made everyone else around her happy. Lily was the nicest girl I’ve ever met, and I was honored with her tender friendship. That started in Russia, and then a couple of years after, continued in America. After five years, destiny separated us for a year; Lily went to visit her relatives in Russia. When she came back, we talked from evening until morning. Her face looked troubled, eyes unsteady. There was something unfamiliar in her voice…
As the tape rolled, I watched that episode of our lives for a hundredth time…
“Lily,” I said happily,” how good to be with you again!”
“I missed your friendship,” she said quietly, looking deep into my eyes with her two shiny jewels. “I want to tell you what happened to me back there,” she hurried on.
“What is it? You look worried. What happened?!” I exclaimed caringly.
Her eyelids lowered and she smiled, “I met a guy and fell in love.”
A wave of relief went over me, “So that’s it! I thought something bad had happened!”
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The Fanthom of the Opera -Andrew Webber Lloyd
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21.03.2005 в 19:33придется вспоминать...
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22.03.2005 в 04:22А ты английский в школе учил?
Надо бы уже давно на русский перевести мне этот рассказ. Да вот никак...
А его я для подруги в школу писала. Он построен на идее моего одного рассказа побольше, который я уже года 3 не заканчиваю. Низнаю чё
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24.03.2005 в 13:52