Novel. Love forgotten on the seashore

  Looking at some paintings and landscapes, sometimes you suddenly recognize places that are very familiar to you. Looking at one of these paintings, I suddenly saw a painfully familiar landscape and remembered everything that was once associated with it.  It was a wonderful summer day. The sun was shining brightly, the sea was splashing, rolling small waves onto the sandy beach of this high, steep, steep coast, covered at the top with dense greenery of shrubs and low trees hanging from the cliff.  We said goodbye to her on this deserted seashore. The sheer wall of the shore, washed away and collapsed under the blows of storm waves, hung over us. This landscape, this sea, are etched into my memory like in a photograph. I look at him and see her. It's like it was yesterday. We were standing under a cliff, a light breeze was blowing from the sea, slightly stirring her silky hair, I still remember the wonderful smell coming from them. The sea waves rolled with a slight rustle onto the sandy shore, and the cries of seagulls could be heard. She was leaving.  She didn't have much time and she was in a hurry. I held her tightly to me, feeling her all over. We were silent. It was necessary to say something goodbye, some kind of affectionate, tender words. But I couldn't speak. There was a kind of emptiness in my head. My throat felt tight, as if someone was strangling me. The blood was pounding in his temples. Inside, something ached stupidly. I didn't want to believe that this was all, that I would never see her here again, neither today nor tomorrow. On this steep seashore, where every bush, every pebble, reminded me of her. This is where we met, swam, sunbathed, and our love began. Those were the happiest, brightest days of my life. I couldn't imagine how I would be without her, without those supple, sensual lips, her gentle, affectionate hands, her charming smile. Those big gray-blue eyes with a twinkle. She's so alluring and seductive. I looked at her big eyes, wet with tears. He inhaled this intoxicating, so familiar, so native, with a subtle hint of her favorite perfume, the fragrance emanating from her, from her delicate velvety, sea-tanned skin  Tears were rolling down her cheeks. We looked into each other's eyes, only the inexpressible longing and pain of separation could be read in them.  I wanted to cry.  I clenched my teeth and restrained myself with great difficulty. I'm still a man and I couldn't afford this feminine weakness. Finally she woke up, pushed me away slightly, and then she snuggled up again and I felt her elastic body, her agitated breathing chest. I bit into her lips again.  Then she pulled away from me one last time, kissed me briefly and whispered softly to me. - Goodbye, - I could not make out further, whether it was my native or my beloved. She turned and walked slowly, then looked back and waved goodbye to me, disappeared behind a steep bend in the steep bank. The sun was still shining, the surf was rustling, and the cries of seagulls could be heard. I stood there dazed and couldn't see anything in front of me. I looked at the footprints she left in the sand and couldn't believe that was all. I won't see her here anymore. I couldn't help thinking that this was the last day we'd be together. She's leaving tomorrow. We agreed to spend the day together and say goodbye on the shore. Everything in me protested. I stood on this cliff for a long time and could not move from my place. Then I thought about why I didn't catch up with her, didn't hold her back. Out of desperation and despair, I wanted to scream and bury myself in this hot sand...


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