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Ilya Anisimov
Front-end Development
Soft/Hard Repair
  • City:
    Murmansk
  • Age:
    41 years old
  • Education:
    Higher
  • Family:
    Single
  • Kids:
    No
WordPress
PHP / JS
HTML / CSS
Microsoft 365
Bitrix24
1C:Enterprise
Skills
  • Personnel management
  • Staff training
  • Sales techniques
  • Cash discipline
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Pain and passion

20.02.2020

Such a deep and very strong feeling is experienced, perhaps, by everyone at least once in his life. Someone was lucky enough to keep it in memory, but now involuntarily all new experiences have a different shade, fewer colors and nit brightness. The human organism is so organized that it tends to get rid of bad memories and you quickly forget the pain you received in childhood, that broken heart when you were a boy (girl) and that blow to the soul when you were alone.

For years you have lived with what will affect your life...you have forgotten, but involuntarily and unconsciously you no longer believe and cannot physically be elated by those tingles and splashes inside you...all over your body.

I gave a Valentine's card to Anya,
Anya is the most beautiful person in the world,
Now the valentine is in her pocket:
She'll notice her soon enough.

Classes drag on like torture
From the thought that maybe in this moment.
Anya's reading my card,
Which means I'll be expecting an answer soon.

Or maybe she's already found out. That I love her hopelessly.
There's not much room in me for that love,
That kind of love can get you killed.

Now she'll greet me with a smile And I'll carry her briefcase home.
What a great mistake it was to keep silent about your great love!

I run out of the office,
She'll understand me for sure!
You should know what she's like! We're gonna talk all through recess!

And suddenly, gasping with feelings of excess,
I see Anya. She's beautiful.
Anya reads my confession.
Not quietly, but in front of the class.

I freeze, numb, extinguish.....
Anechka, it hurts like hell!
Is love so dangerous?
Is love voluntary?

Anya was reading and it seemed to me,
That there's nothing beating in my chest,
It's like something inside broke.
Anya reads. And the class laughs.

Her words were electric shocks,
Her laughter spread with ice,

And the man was brutally murdered
A tiny pink valentine.

© Tonya Kuzmich

Happens to everyone, but will everyone again be able to spread their wings and again with more passion to fly high and high to happiness?

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