She

I immediately felt a strong sudden flash of liking for her. The evident contrast in colour between her hair and eyes and the skin made me immobile. Her eyes, brown, almost black resembled some precious glaring minerals having been formed for millions of years of evolution in the icy Caucas mountains, and tiny parts of them under the influence of water, shallow but pure, the reincorporation of white, cold but furry and light snow under the ascendancy of hot sun, floated in scorching chilly streams of creeks, which carried their waters along large stones, numerous insects waging their cruel wars on green fresh young representatives of oriental flora down to the lake, huge, clean, vast, deep, fresh, full of trouts and loaches, brave but so marvellous, amazing, just like her eyes. Her curly black hair had the shape of twilight cumulonimbus, wavy, soft and light, which seemed to serve as a border of her slightly pale, but kind, noble and pleasing face.

2005