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The following story is mine, of course, it's a little bit exagurated.
It would happened when I was at the teenagers' age. We, local schoolboys, were at the verge of adulthood and created our dreams' princesses. They usually came as a mixture of movies' stars and books heroins.
And there was a girl... She impressed everybody who looked at her. All of us falled in love with her just from the first glance we had sow her. She were like a rose whose sent attracted local bees -beemales I would say. Her eyes were exactly the same collor as a local Sea were. In the summer time it is blue and it turns up green then it's glossed. Her brown hair with red spots were perfect match for them. With her delicately formed nose and cheeks she looked like Rafael's creature who turned out to be the real. Her usual outfit was so simple and so nobel at the same time. She weared pink blouse and rainbaw skirt which perfectly fit her thighs and her brest.
One day then we gathered at a schollyard for usul chatting and hanging around she came past and suddenly stopped. We were so charmed and embarrased that we made no moves. So she did. I don't remember exactly what she was saying but something like: "OK guys looks you kinda love me. Well, I'll be with the one who can impress me in the most unusual way". So, you can imagine what would happened after that. It was real fuss during several days. Our local knights tried to prepare their best for the tournament. And than it came. We created something like scene and demonstration of our talants and abillities began. It was Igor who presented her a painted picture and a next guy declaimed some poetry to her. There were different things presented further but the only "I don't like it" reaction came from the other side. Let's hide some details about my present to her. Time was going and none of us seemed to charm her.
And it was him, the local bully who happened to walk pass. He took no attention to the girl of our dream and just teased us...
Time passed.
We met in some time after graduating the scholl. Igor has become a painter. There are writers, screenplayers, engineeres, instructors, lawers, economists, traders and workers among us. Still none was aware what had happened with the subject of our adorning. Then she was appearing. It was usual greeting to her Miss J, but the the following answer came up : "Sorry,Mr. I'm a Mrs. S". S., acctually, is a surname of guy who was local bully at the past time.
The good side of the story is that he has turned out to be a thrive businessman for the time beeing.
Looking forward for others stories.
