Southerner!
This happened in those ancient times when the sky was higher, the sun shone brighter, and the fresh air stirred desires.
Youth! I was, as they say, "young, single, and unregistered." Girls were as plentiful as flowers in a field, each more beautiful than the last!
In this southern city where fate had brought me, there was a tradition: every Friday at 9:00 PM, the central street was closed to all traffic and reopened on Sunday at 9:00 PM. So, this street became pedestrian-only. On both sides and down the center, there were small cafes. In one of them, called "The Cool Spot," I met a charming girl,
her name was Elena.Elena the Beautiful, Elena the Wise! All the rapturous epithets in the Universe would not suffice to describe Her.
Lena had a narrow waist, the curves of her hips and bottom were perfect! A guitar crafted by the hand of a genius master. Slender, slightly plump legs, with their teardrop-shaped calves—a sign of Turkish blood—gracefully carried this crown of nature. Her dusky, smooth skin radiated warmth and languor.
Hair black as pitch, gathered into a ponytail with a clip, rested on Lena's shoulder. Whether the clip was weak and couldn't hold the volume of her hair, or the movements of her head were sometimes sharp, especially when Lena was passionately arguing about something, it would constantly come undone. Then a black, shiny waterfall of her curls would cascade down her shoulder, her straight back, and her chest. Alena would gracefully raise her arms to gather this stream of black gold back together. A button on her blouse would come undone. Taming the wildness of one lovely element, she would unleash another.
Large, expressive green eyes, with a lively, dancing sparkle shining from bottomless depths the color of young spring foliage, looked upon the world with joy and indulgence. Black, crescent-shaped eyebrows; eyelashes like two fans of an Indian rajah, fluttering upward, their tips touching the arches of her brows. Lips the color of ripe cherries let the tender sounds of her voice pass between them.
All week, until the next weekend, I lived in anticipation of meeting Alena! And then, finally, the long-awaited Friday. We board the last evening bus, which carries us to the warm and gentle sea. Myriads of stars, the moon, the sea, and Alena!
We lie naked on a wild beach, the sea breeze cooling our heated bodies. Only one desire: to float forever in this sweet languor! We soar in the streams of the breeze, savoring the magnificence of the moment, falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of the surf. The pre-dawn freshness tries to wake us, but the tender embrace of our bodies is stronger than the efforts of Boreas's grandchildren.
Aurora floods the morning beach with her pink light, sea foam shimmering in the rays of the dawn. We are once again lively and cheerful!
Hello, summer!
The smoke from lit grills whets our appetite. We wash off the salt and sweat under streams of cool water and go to the nearest shashlik place for breakfast. There, while waiting for the roasted meat, we eat peaches, washing them down with "Southern Night" wine. Sated with shashlik, we head back to the sea! When the midday heat floods everything with unbearable scorching, Alena and I take refuge in an arbor of grapevines, so dense that the heat retreats from this insurmountable barrier. By evening, the heat subsides. We eat okroshka with balyk and homemade kvass, sweet grapes floating in a bowl of cold water, washing it down with dry wine. Then we go to the beach, swim. I dive and fetch rapa whelks and mussels; we fry the mussels on a sheet of tin. Seasoned with pepper and salt, the sizzling mollusks, washed down with wine—the exotic taste of the sea. Toward evening, we go to the disco, and "Funky Town" is already blaring towards us!!!
Passionate and hot embraces of young, energetic bodies!!! The sea!!! The south!!! Youth!!!