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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 3:30:50 GMT -5
I smile at the giant, lumpy, sad creation sitting in front of me.
"Aww, Vossya... This is sweet... You shouldn't have."
I take out a knife and start to cut into it. The texture of the inside of the cake could be compared to a sticky jello mold. Nevertheless, the frosting should be good.
"Thank you. Even if you don't cook for me as much as Tanya did, and even if you're undomesticated, I still love you."
I take a bite. It's powdery, and chewy, and the frosting is grainy. I take a hard swallow, and grin.
"It's... It's not bad!"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 3:33:18 GMT -5
Bassarov watches eagerly as Mischa eats his cake.
"So you are 21, you make me feel so old, Staroi Divan..."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 3:41:27 GMT -5
I laugh.
"Well, I'm old enough to legally own a handgun and drink. Interesting, since I've spent the past few years in the military."
I take another bite of the cake. It doesn't taste so bad the second time around.
"And you're not old."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 3:45:03 GMT -5
"I am old. I wish I could go back a few years and be 21 again. I wish I could stop aging. I don't have time to do all that I want to do. Why must time and age be our enemy?" Bassarov says is frustration. Birthdays always make him depressed.
"We should do something together. How would you like to spend your birthday?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 3:48:13 GMT -5
"We should go for a walk and enjoy the autumn air The trees are so gorgeous this time of year, and we really haven't had any time outside."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 3:50:53 GMT -5
"Yes, a walk sounds nice." Bassarov puts on his jacket and hangs by the door.
"Let's take some cake with us so we can share it with the animals and birds."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 3:53:10 GMT -5
"Good idea."
I grab a baggie, and put some cake in it.
"Do you want to walk by the lake or by the woods?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 3:57:16 GMT -5
"Through the woods." Bassarov decides. He grabs some cake as well, and together they travel through to the forest trail.
Bassarov sees a tit mouse and throws the bird a piece of cake.
The bird instantly dies.
"Well, maybe we won't feed the cake to the animals."
The two men continue to walk.
"I love you Mischa. This is really great."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 4:06:46 GMT -5
"...maybe the cake can be used to ward off evil spirits..."
I look up at the sky, then back down to our path. It's lined with crispy, firey red leaves on both sides. I smile. Everything is so perfect. I cut in front of him, and grab his hand, holding it up to my chest.
"I love you, Vossya."
I kiss his hand, then wrap my arms around him.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 4:10:44 GMT -5
Bassarov drops the baggy of cake unto the ground, where it will likely stay for millions of years depending upon its half life.
He wraps his arms around Mischa's neck and kisses him softly.
He turns and looks at the trail.
"I don't even know where this trail goes..."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 4:15:29 GMT -5
I smile.
"Good, let's keep going."
I brush my hand across his cheek. I think of the times when I would only do what I was told. I'm so fortunate to have met this man.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 4:19:03 GMT -5
"I'll race you to that tree..." Bassarov points at a random tree in the distance. He knows he is faster than Mischa, but likes the competition none the less.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 4:23:16 GMT -5
"H-hey!!!"
I chase after him, but he's too fast. I finally reach the tree a good 3 seconds behind him, and push him playfully. The momentum of me running made me push him harder than I had anticipated. He falls flat on his butt on the ground.
"hahaha, sorry..."
I sit next to him and kiss his cheek.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 4:26:47 GMT -5
"If you wanted a romp in the leaves you could have asked." Bassarov says slyly.
He leans back and smiles.
"You really have changed since we met. I like it. You are a lot happier and a lot freer. I know that I carry many problems with me. I am a passionate sometimes moody person, with a large divide between my highs and lows. But I am glad that you are here with me, and that you love me, and that you help me to be a little more balanced."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 29, 2004 4:35:00 GMT -5
I smile.
"Well I'm glad... You've done so much for me, it's the least I can do."
I wrap my arms and legs around him and lick his ear playfully.
"Let's just... Lay here..."
((Goodnight, I love you my sweet revolutionary, you're the best birthday present ever!))
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