Delusion
I know well – all differently feel beauty. Criteria at everyone the. But there are unique cases. Absolute. By which is simple so not to pass.
By it to pass it was impossible. The train stood at metro station some seconds. It sat opposite to a door. For these seconds everyone who passed by, turned around and zavorozhenno it examined. It drew sights. Because the look directed on it, calmed, brought pleasure. Dark long direct hair. Slightly, absolutely slightly slanting eyes. Any mad combination of slavic and Asian beauty. No to describe senselessly Yes I and do not remember already details of its appearance. I remember, that all was ideal. I remember, how it was pleasant to hear its voice when she spoke on the phone as bewitched its each movement. As drew this fine shape. It would be desirable to look, not taking away a sight. But the train has come on terminal station. Habitual vanity on an exit from the car has distracted me, and it has disappeared from a kind. It was a pity to leave it. Unsuccessful attempt to find it on stations to look once again. Though people was a little. Also send all slowly.
Perhaps all it seemed to me? Unless there is an unconditional beauty?
Ji-Ji
Comments (3).
«Whether there is an unconditional beauty?»
Certainly. Only for everyone concept and understanding of "unconditional beauty», its estimated criteria will have some differences, but as a result the general result of addition and augmentation of all graceful female features, forms and lines will be that: BEAUTY! And unless is not the proof of data the statement, a message of the author of the given miniature, that «everyone who passed by, turned around and is bewitched it examined.»?
Or here such supervision.
«After short virtual acquaintance, we have agreed about a meeting. In photos the beautiful woman, self-assured shone. But here I have not been convinced, that this meeting will occur to it, instead of with"daddy Karloj". Virtual a piece thin, as well as the East therefore with 100 % confidence to foresee who is ciphered behind the portraits exposed on world review of the virtual web, is simply impossible. It became interesting to look at the Internet beauty in real measurement of time. Certainly, slightly worried, as similar experience of postvirtual dialogue at me yet was not.
I was trampled down on an open place that I could be identified at once, as the object which has arrived on appointment, and attentively peered into passers-by of women. And all the same it has appeared unexpectedly. Its silhouette against inertly current crowd of townspeople was allocated with extraordinary ease and even any transparency. Slanting beams of the coming sun in absolutely cloudless sky highlighted its easy dress gently fitting a harmonous body. It went, slightly having inclined a head and smiled. «My God, you to me Angela on a meeting have decided to send?» – the crazy thought has flashed. So much in it was grace, grace and external female beauty, that I have instantly forgotten all speech prepared in advance, simultaneously feeling the full idiot. Photoportrait similarity was ideal, but … one business a photograph and absolutely other – a live embodiment of beauty!
The beauty will rescue the world? Probably, only in a concrete case this beauty alive pogrebla me under weight "izmov", not a message whence got out of undercover corners of my consciousness. And it was a failure. I have understood, that the second meeting it is not fated to take place, though tried to resist to inevitability in every possible way. »
That only the female beauty does not do … :-))
Beauty what! At once it is visible - the POET!!!
Cочершенно it is exact: I am a poet :)) And in acknowledgement of the given statement my poetic.
HOHOTUNJA
The darling, native hohotunja,
Petal of divine soul.
Under a star of Venus in polnolune
It is well dreamt in calm.
The darling, native hohotunja,
Light of your cloudless eyes
Will finish excessively bezumja,
And the love will appoint executioners.
Someone will surrender at once and without fight,
Having terrified, will rush to your captivity.
Is not present in love of a peace of mind
In perekrestjah belief and changes.
And when from istuplyonnoj pains,
Will cry, zamechetsja soul,
It will be pulled out late on will,
It is impossible for a cage of feelings destroying.
The darling, native hohotunja,
Petal of divine soul.
My heart and feelings vedunja,
Not to love you to me resolve …
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