Lovestory

  Since I didn't have a train ticket in advance due to a sudden departure from Goa, I had to take a local train that was supposed to go to Mumbai's central area, where I have to change trains to Delhi.  My soul was left with my love in Goa, and I felt like a lifeless scarecrow, chained to the seat.  At each memory of our happy moments, tears silently flowed from my eyes, and my heart repeated: "Come back to your love, hug her again, hold it to your chest and don't let go... Raise your torch of love and show it to the whole world, because people must believe in pure and true love, especially those who have almost lost hope, lost their way in darkness, are looking for their bright path among lies and deceit ..."  But time rules everything, commands the fate of people, and we, only puppets in the hands of time, who are waiting for their turn to play their role.  Lost in thought again, I did not notice anything around me, only the monotonous sound of wheels and a co...

 The time was approaching evening, and the four of us were sitting in the hotel lobby, talking animatedly with each other, or rather, my beloved girl spoke Russian with her compatriots, and she translated the conversation for me. During the conversation,  I realized that Dina and Tatyana had flown to Goa from Krasnoyarsk to rest together. They turned out to be lovers of beach holidays and sometimes could wander the streets of the city in search of souvenirs and clothes. I voiced my idea about a trip to the corners of Goa, inaccessible to tourists, but the girls flatly refused to create a company for us, because they were not interested in this type of vacation.  But nevertheless, our acquaintance with Russian tourists left a pleasant impression in my heart, despite the fact that I did not understand their conversation, although I felt myself inside the company. That evening, we did not sit with them for long, but this acquaintance benefited my beloved girlfriend, who, aft...