Всё начинается с чьей-либо мечты
i'm back to spending days in the library.
fortunately the library in mit is great.
books all arond, staircases and ladders and globes on some book cases.
chairs and tables here and there,computer and internet access.
colorful lamps and carpets and quiet pages rustle.
it's so peaceful and secure.
i was looking for some articles my advisor recommended in the information computer when the librarian sneaked up behind me, 'oh, my dear, there you are again. welcome back.'
i was kinda nice. she is a plumpish woman in her sixties, mother-like or so to say momma-like, with a warm smile and glasses on the tip of her nose.
'oh, mrs reed,' i looked back at her. 'thanks.'
'i was worried about you,' she went on, 'right from the start you were acting like a very responsible student - every time you had i minute you came over here. considering you being such a pretty girl your personal life submerged by studies was odd, but i got used to it. and then you were gone!'
'yeah,' i smiled at her parental tone. 'well, my personal life emerged. not for long though.'
'you know what, dear?' she touched my eldow carefully and conspiratorially leaned closer to tell me something secret, 'he's sure to be a fool.'
'he sure is,' i whispered back.
she looked at me deliberately, trying to figure out how i feel, i guessed. something in my face convinced her i was fine, she slightly nodded to herself and said, 'but as long as you're here let's noqt waste time! let me help you, dear. what are you looking for?'
jared calls me a bach and laughs.
he throws popato chips on my couch and says that's the way true bachelors behave.
'something you should learn,' he adds.
'clean it up,' i wrinkle, 'now.'
'you pulled a monica,' he announces tragically.
the longer you live in a foreigh country, the less calls and messages you get from where you came from.
sometimes you want to scream across the ocean: hey, guys, that's still me, come on!
but why would you?
when instead of missing russia all you focus on is trying to get a prolonged scholarship here.
and arrogantly buy yourself a funky american cell phone side-kick with two-years contract.
but i'd like to see my parents all the same.
fortunately the library in mit is great.
books all arond, staircases and ladders and globes on some book cases.
chairs and tables here and there,computer and internet access.
colorful lamps and carpets and quiet pages rustle.
it's so peaceful and secure.
i was looking for some articles my advisor recommended in the information computer when the librarian sneaked up behind me, 'oh, my dear, there you are again. welcome back.'
i was kinda nice. she is a plumpish woman in her sixties, mother-like or so to say momma-like, with a warm smile and glasses on the tip of her nose.
'oh, mrs reed,' i looked back at her. 'thanks.'
'i was worried about you,' she went on, 'right from the start you were acting like a very responsible student - every time you had i minute you came over here. considering you being such a pretty girl your personal life submerged by studies was odd, but i got used to it. and then you were gone!'
'yeah,' i smiled at her parental tone. 'well, my personal life emerged. not for long though.'
'you know what, dear?' she touched my eldow carefully and conspiratorially leaned closer to tell me something secret, 'he's sure to be a fool.'
'he sure is,' i whispered back.
she looked at me deliberately, trying to figure out how i feel, i guessed. something in my face convinced her i was fine, she slightly nodded to herself and said, 'but as long as you're here let's noqt waste time! let me help you, dear. what are you looking for?'
jared calls me a bach and laughs.
he throws popato chips on my couch and says that's the way true bachelors behave.
'something you should learn,' he adds.
'clean it up,' i wrinkle, 'now.'
'you pulled a monica,' he announces tragically.
the longer you live in a foreigh country, the less calls and messages you get from where you came from.
sometimes you want to scream across the ocean: hey, guys, that's still me, come on!
but why would you?
when instead of missing russia all you focus on is trying to get a prolonged scholarship here.
and arrogantly buy yourself a funky american cell phone side-kick with two-years contract.
but i'd like to see my parents all the same.