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Fairy tale for Ophelia. Let the flowers bloom.
Delicate white hydrangeas, fragrant tea roses, virgin forget-me-nots, proud carnations — these flowers seemed to have been created for her.
Ophelia. Her name personified the most beautiful flower. She was him: graceful and graceful, with a peach blush, her hair smelled of freesia and bergamot, her skin vanilla and apple blossom…
«Live in your head. I really want to live in it. Forever,» he whispered to her, playing with her red curls and Ophelia laughed at him in response!
He gave her armfuls of flowers and the best pleasure was to take milk baths with petals that had not yet withered…
«We will build a house with a huge garden. Let all the flowers bloom in it: elastic tulips, oriental poppies, blue bells, double lilac and wild cherry trees…» he promised her. Ophelia looked at her angel with green eyes full of adoration and smiled silently. It was real. And it was happiness.
His motionless body was taken out of a mangled car at the exit from the highway at dawn, when the young sun was just gaining strength before the upcoming day. A spring, fresh breeze was blowing, carrying the petals of the morning bouquet for Ophelia from the car interior…
Just wash off this day.
To wash off all your smell, to wash the memories from every cell of the body. Connect with yourself.
There are no us. There is no «we». There is me.
The water of Ulyana and the water mother Mariana took me by the hand, called me to the river of life. That river is fast, that river is clean. The river flows from the throne of the Gods, filling with power.
Great river, fill me with power. Go, wave, through my veins, take off the fatigue, drive the blood through my veins, awaken the living force in me, bring me back to life.
The living river is strong and I should be like that.
And tomorrow a new life.
