When I was 13 years of age, I found my first love. She was dainty and tiny, fragile and breakable. Her light golden hair shone bright, and her white porcelain skin was as precious as any pearl. I met her in the city of Minsk. The year being 1246. Snow was still covering the earth, and I guess it must have been January. Her lithe fingertips were being held over an open fire, made with wet brush she had collected herself. I approached the skinny girl carefully, my heart set on romance, but my mind still deciding whether she was friend or fiend.
It was hard, loving her. Every bone within me ached and shook when she was near me. I felt that I could melt into nothingness when she was around. My throat went dry with lust, and I couldn't speak. She's a witch, I say. Absolutely hypnotic. Her name is Natalya. She's a beautiful Belarusian lady with silvery-blonde hair that glows like the face of the moon. Her eyes twinkle like the light of the stars, and her figure is as dangerous as the night. She wears a Prussian-blue dress that ties with a white satin ribbon around the waist. Her hair was tucked back using the same pearly decor. Year after year I wait for my beauty to come back to me. I wait for her to see me in the shadows; to recognize the voice that lingers in the air. I wait for her soft, snow-white hands to hold mine again. But alas, perhaps the day will never come.
Toris sat at his desk, his fingers clasped together and his chin resting on his knuckles. He was hunched over a pile of papers which had yet to be touched. Ivan had assigned these papers to him, asking them to be done by Tuesday. Toris, however, hadn't the slightest clue about where to begin. To start, the papers were all typed in formal Russian, and he could only figure out a few basic words. He sighed, reaching across his desk to pick up a pen, and then decided it wasn't worth trying. His girlfriend was sex deprived, (although she was usually slutty,) and his sister was probably having fun with the boss himself. If Nikolas wasn't fooling around with his paint all the time, he might be able to actually learn something, Oh, damn it all! There are just too many things to ponder.