The spheres are dark red, mirrored.
Perfectly round, smooth.
They stick to your fingers. Gloss.
Scratching pattern.
First I girded the lower prickly branches.
The garland is short but bright. Reflecting the night lights of an unshaded window. I turned it on and the empty room became a little brighter.
A memory flashed with the light.
Xenia is a wanderer. The same bright, energetic and cheerful. Our meetings, previous new year holidays, Pandora ring, airport.
Its enchanting fragrance. Wonderful hair, eyes-blue lights. Smile.
Calls, videos.
Distance.
The next garland is the longest. Enough for all my little spruce. From top to floor. It also spreads along the branches. Twinkles with colored lights. Radiates.
These are nieces. They are always there. They look like little elves, and their hair is white.
Grow restless. Curious, learn new words. Go to kindergarten. Poems, songs, dances, friends. Sometimes they get sick, like all children. They love sweets and are very kind.
Then a beautiful yellow ball. With ornate silver patterns.
Sveta. A copy of Ksenia, as a sister. The first time I saw her, I froze. Then I searched for a long time. In contact, common place of work, acquaintances of friends. Spat on everything and wrote to strangers.
Found through three hours of dialogues with a dozen people. Then there was a meeting. Communication. Her beauty, my timidity. Photo session and blocking.
Then the balloon is luxurious. Black and gold. Effective, active. Graceful.
Alsou. Miss city. Businesswoman, and in the evenings passion-bachata. Incredibly beautiful and for some reason I was lucky.
The ball is maroon, mirrored, and gilded. Occupies its branch. Beckons with passion.
Yana. Beauty. Spoiled by male attention and creative. Paintress. That's probably why the personal doesn't add up. She's very good.
Two small Golden balls. Doubles. Fly up on needles. They tinkle melodiously.
This is an art gallery, the exhibition "world of masks", and" the way of the artist " by Julia Cameron.
My stories begin.
A scattering of white balls. Children's birthday parties, a huge shiny gel balls. Children's laughter.
Country house. Shashliks. Bathhouse. Berries. Fresh air. The azure sky.
Beautiful blue ball.
Natasha. Beautiful, smart, and accomplished. And she gave a lot to her success. Because the personal is not folded. We have conversations with her. Understand each other.
A bright ball. Anya on a horse. Brown hair to the waist. Smile, happiness in the eyes.
Green cool ball. Venya. We have known each other for a long time and were together. And now friends. I thought it didn't happen like this, but here it is, a ball of light.
White ball. Lera. Young, beautiful. Purposeful, secure, collected and at the same time cute as a kitten. A bouquet of her favorite white roses.
Red ball. Ale, night meeting, pink roses.
Golden ball. Elena Anatolyevna. Class teacher. Smart, calm, reasonable, ideal. A luxurious bouquet to her for all the warm memories.
Bunch of balls. The strings intertwined. Friends, and lots of friends. Alcohol, smoke, cafe, cottage. And again, too, in a circle. Joyfully.
Ha, a ball with folk patterns. Festival of Finno-Ugric peoples. It was really cool. Me and Natasha. Gift-beautiful handmade earrings.
Black balls, shiny. Rides around the city at night with cute Venya. Lights, lights. A huge cappuccino.
White ball. Alena — a psychologist, a night promenade. She's very smart and sweet.
Oops, another garland. Also great. Sultry, but so smart. Mira, also a psychologist. Understanding. Thoughtful. Reasonable. Work like this.
Then Natalie. Luxury white ball. The oldest in the box. Very beautiful. And gentle.
Striped funny ball. I see my friend off to St. Petersburg. Film cafe.
Les. Blue ball. Night movies. She's an incredibly beautiful gourmet. Maleficent is a masterpiece for me.
Alsou. Blue ball. Restaurants, hookahs. It's cool, especially Botox lips.
Again blue, scratched-Oksana. Passionate, but spoiled. Inadequate. I won't hang it. Cracked glass - no future.
Thirteen girls. An ugly number.This will not work - we need to do something...
Of course, there were not enough problems. Also, this shit came out. So where do I find the Fourteenth? Twenty days before the new year.
All. The box was empty. The tree is ready. The new year is near.
Fuss, traffic jams, queues, baskets, packages. Light sadness. Close nearby and loved ones far away.
God, give us happiness. Give us patience. In order not to respond with evil for evil, not to multiply it. To forgive, to forget, to let go. Don't hoard deep inside.
Give us mutual understanding. Forces.
And health to all. Mary crismas😄
