It is too difficult to speak about itself, you see, the sight from
the party is more important. Don`t attract attention on my appearance,
it`s only a small part of me. And who am I - try to imagine. I shall
be glad to any new acquaintance.
I`m 20 (you to judge: it is a lot or little). It's long time since
I got disillusioned in Santa Clause. Though my childhood has not
finished yet, I still believe that a magician will fly to me and
make me a princess. I believe that some day all people become kind
and I still believe in love.... I live in Saint-Petersburg. Have
you ever been here? No? You have lost a lot. My city conceals in
itself an improbable force which is not possible to understand on
is difficult to me to estimate myself from inside and outside but
I can tell what I love: to laugh, to dance, to sing. I love apples
and bouquets of camomiles, night clubs, night and coffee, friends
and their secrets. I love to talk to myself. I love a thunder-storm,
I am afraid of it. I love high speed, though I can not drive I love
to look on stars and to run in rain. I love children and.... It
is a lot more I love. And I hate open doors, stupidity, cold and
cruelty. I do not love my personal things being touched and....
I do not remember what else....... My mood can quickly vary, I do
not expect from people to understand me and I simply want them to
take me as I am.
Silly to establish any restrictions as at destiny there are
no certain parameters...