10 lives. Third life. Continuation
10 lives. Third life. The final
10 lives. Fourth life. The university
10 lives. Fourth life. The university-2
Life dictates its own rules ... At some point, Natasha decided that it was time to seriously take up her studies and not think about the guys.
- What is the use of them? she thought. - It's strange, it seems that the world is big, but there is no one who would understand and accept the way it is. Maybe my karma is somehow different ...
What karma should be, the girl did not know either. On Saturday nights, she used to cook buckwheat for dinner. Outside the window, it was already deep autumn, the mood was to mope and cry. Natasha was not used to succumbing to panic or a bad mood, but today it was somehow especially sad. A week ago, the autumn was "golden", the mood was wonderful.
- No, there is no one who would hug and warm, - thoughts swarmed in my head one after another.
- What are you cooking, girlfriend? - the freshman Romka asked happily. - Buckwheat - the rhyme "stove"!
- Haha, very funny, - the girl said somehow sadly.
- Come on! There is food on the table, that's good! Although I would now climb on the Russian stove, but I would take a nap there!
- Do you want to sleep already?
- What else to do in this weather?
There really wasn't much to do. Natasha, of course, is always busy with something, but sometimes she herself does not see the point in some actions. As in today's buckwheat. She had a lot of friends like Romka in the hostel. But this is exactly a friend, or rather a friend - cheerful, shabbat, sometimes reckless. It's not that you can't build a serious relationship with someone like that, and frivolous ones are unlikely to work out ...
The girls in the room, meanwhile, were going to the disco, making up, dressing up. Tamara, for example, loved to paint her lips with bright red lipstick. Natalya kept laughing that she wanted to lure the victim with her appearance. For some reason, Tomka did not come across the victim. As a rule, the next morning the girlfriend had nothing to tell Natalia about - the conversation usually proceeded in the mainstream of "what they drank, what they ate." Acquaintances rarely appeared, and even those were rather fleeting. The guys at the disco, seeing that with a girl with bright lipstick on her lips, things would not go further than kissing, they were switching to more accommodating objects of attention. Tamara was not upset or pretended not to be upset, and continued to "direct the marafet".
Natalia, once again rejecting the offer of her friends, decided to continue knitting in parallel with the preparation of buckwheat. What else to do in such gloomy weather?
To be continued...
460.537 SRY