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