Sasha is a guy simply beautiful and quiet, with a past so many dreams and forget to keep in mind for the future.
The pain Sasha is a tear of blood line the knife in his stomach.
Sasha smokes, he says, to change the taste of the world.
got up early that morning. The last drops of rain gave way at dawn.
walked quickly, but the road under his feet ran slow, seemed to make him strength.
aspiration in the smoke of his last and threw the cigarette butt off watching him in a puddle. Andrej
awaited him sitting at the edge of the fountain in the square.
Sasha came up and both looked straight at me.
"So are you going?" Andrei asked, without lifting his eyes, his voice low and choked by a lump in my throat.
Sasha responded by nods her head.
The two lower to his head and looked at the square beneath their feet.
"Well hello," said Andrej voice low and even more serious.
"Hello," said Sasha with a serene and left by his friend.
Sasha went, without turning more toward his way.
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