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But I'm sorry about the shoes!В» I answered.

В«You won't believe it, but this is the first time with me! I'm so clumsy!В» You exclaimed, looking at my red suede pumps. Dark brown splashes have now been absorbed, and turned into ugly stains with small grains of black coffee.

«As far as I understand, there's no use in cleaning them…»

В«Probably,В» I sighed.

В«My name is Igor!В»

В«Eva,В» I answered.

«Eva? Really? Cool! I owe you shoes, at least… And coffee, if you don't mind?»

В«I don't.

How many years have passed since then?… It seems that all this happened yesterday!

And if it weren't for our boys, I could swear it was yesterday!

Tomorrow you will be thirty, Styopa and Daniel are seven! Who could know you were born on the same day! There are three men in the house and all are birthday people!

Mom always sympathizes with me, thinking that on this day I fulfill all your whims…

Of course, I will give you your, no, my favorite perfume, Baldessarini… The very one that I felt in the coffee house when I met you…

Taska is smart.

She has a whole classification of meetings:

1. Fateful meetings…

2. Meetings that do not oblige to anything and leave a kind of bright sadness…

3. Meetings that you remember all your life, but nothing can be changed for a number of reasons…

Meeting number 1.

Your each and every touch

Is like an electric discharge.

Your look, relentless and sweet

And a moment that's infinite…

You stopped at the door for a while

And burned my cheek with your tip

Thousand candles of love fire

And the flame of hottest lips…

The lighting pierces my soul

So I can't utter a sound…

My trusting gaze turns to yours:

It's eye to eye, and we're bound.

It's not an electric discharge,

But the gravity of the earth…

Your gentle eyes plead me at large

Surrender without remorse.

And the earth seems to swing…

I sometimes forget to breathe

I love you! I love you more than anything…

I walk on the edge with ease…

Meeting number 2.