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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 4:01:08 GMT -5
"I think it was my grandfather owned a resteraunt of some kind in the Rhineland. I'm sorry but I can't remember exactly where. Some weekends we would go there and eat traditional foods, sauerkraut and bratwurst. I don't even remember what those foods taste like anymore..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 4:01:39 GMT -5
"I just needed some space and to get things right with Mischa, I don't think things will ever really be right with us." Bassarov replies. If Mischa were here he would make some silly comment about being on the left or something like that.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 4:03:15 GMT -5
"Since when has the world been right? We all need to learn to balance pleasure and pain..." That applies to me too, as I remember how I had drank excessively shortly after our break up. "You're wise not to drink... I found out how stupid it really is."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 4:05:34 GMT -5
"Somedays I feel like a drink would be nice, but I think it would not go well with my personality. I am sorry if you were drinking on account of me." Bassarov rolls over onto his back and looks up at the ceiling. He feels reflective and sensitive. He also feels tired, but alert enough where he could write something good and meaningful. He resists the urge to get up and write something political.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 4:09:02 GMT -5
"Please stay where with me lubimi..." I say. "I'm glad that I could make you happy, I wish I could help you to stabalize your life..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 4:10:53 GMT -5
"Don't worry about me, everything will be fine. I feel much better. You don't have to do a thing." Bassarov replies. The thoughts about the feminists still bother him.
"Do I treat you unfairly? Or women? Am I bad to women?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 4:12:10 GMT -5
"I see. I'd say that we should stop by there sometime, but I doubt it'll still be the same."
As we walk up the hill, I begin to notice that the landscape has changed a lot since I was last here. I scratch my head and look around.
"Well... It's a little different than I remember..." A lot different. "But I think-" I find the spot. "Ah yes, here it is..."
I lead her to the top of the hill and gaze down over the village. I stare in bewilderment at how much everything has changed.
"It's so different... Everything is so much more... Developed..." I say, disappointed. "Where are all the trees..?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 4:13:24 GMT -5
"No! You treat me fine, and I have never known you to wrong a woman before." I am not talking about the Helene incident, which was Chorngebrok's fault. "They're prejudiced, that's all."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 4:14:55 GMT -5
I look around, not surprised to see the urban sprawl. "I am a country girl by birth, and I too am used to seeing nature. Not this. But this is your homeland, and it is beautiful for that." I comment.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 4:16:24 GMT -5
"I shouldn't worry about it. I just don't want you to ever think that I am mistreating you. I want you to be your own person and have your own life. I just like that I can count on you.." Bassarov responds. He closes his eyes. Sleep will take him soon. "I am just rambling. Let's not worry. Let's just sleep. It was nice to be with you again..."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 4:19:18 GMT -5
"And I'm glad that I could be with you again." I smile. I snuggle up against him, and lay my head on his chest. It is so much more comfortable than the pillow. "Goodnight, my love."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 4:20:56 GMT -5
"Goodnight." He smiles and strokes her hair until he at last falls asleep.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 4:21:26 GMT -5
"Ahh thank you..." I say, scratching my head. "But we came out here to see the sun anyways, right?" I look out over the horizon. "This is still a great place for that."
I sit down on a stump, and point somewhere off into the distance. "That's where my father's farm was." I say, somehow not remembering anything about being sent off to the military or even being with Vossya. "...at least I think it was..." I scratch my head again.
"Oh no matter. Let's go out to eat." I say, turning around. "Unless you want to stay for a little longer."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 4:25:06 GMT -5
"No, I'm fine." I say. To me the landscape is a featureless, pixellated field of dark reds, under the bright red sky. Close up objects, like faces, I can distinguish. But far out I can't. "Sometime I will try to show you my home, or more likely what's left of it..."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 4:37:03 GMT -5
"I would like that." I say, smiling again.
I lead her back down the hill, and we start to walk through the woods. "I hope you don't mind if we take the longer way there. At least the trees are still standing." I say, somewhat cynically.
Walking inside this forest always gives me a rejuvinated sense of self awareness, as though I have been reborn. I take a deep breath and absorb my atmosphere, washing away my cynicism.
I look back at Erika, with a goofy smile on my face.
"Thank you, Erika."
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