I close my eyes and imagine that girl in my place of Raduzhka. She puckers her lips and carefully touches me—shyly, without any show.
The main thing is not to open your eyes. And not to pay attention to the wild pain in my heart. And not to think what an idiot I am—for destroying everything with my own hands. With no chance of repair.
She walks past now and doesn’t see me up close… And not a single chance for anything else. Only dreams remain—mocking, sweet, rainbow-colored.
As punishment for my weakness and stupidity. I never thought it would turn out like this for me. But it is. And there’s nothing I can change—so it hurts.