Blind date

BLIND DATE…

I have been always interested in observing the beauty of nature. The flocks of white seagulls are shrieking upon the deepest lake of the world. The most amazing sight is watched by fishermen and tourists on the shore. I am going by the train and catching every moment with the camera, and looking narrowly into the distance. I am not interested in others’ opinion about me and my feelings. There are only Me and He.
The distance of a train-length and not longer. I am a little nervous, and worry because it is the first date with him. Will we click with each other?- I asked myself. And what will be if not… then what? Will we be friends? The best memories are those in which the amplitude of anxiety and adrenaline grows. The horizon of big giants fenced the way to him. I am not confused and coming dressed in my colorful long dress. I felt adrenaline when extended my hand for a handshake and said “Assemgul”. The first date has been beyond my wildest dreams.
He was fantastic and delicate…There was no need of telling long stories and imagined tales, only his return handshake and sweet dimples were enough for me. You seem so simple, there yurts next to you and tourists take sunbathe and only one bench with scrubbed written names from rains makes us to sit… We sat and talked… “How are you? How did you come? I’ve waited you for a long time…”
I feel cold and sit much closer to wet my fingertips in clear water. I appreciate transparency and purity of people. You’ve given me the feeling of calm and comfort which made me smile…And he really made me smile. I listen to the beautiful songs of seagulls and sound of waves. What can be better than the rest on the shore of the deepest lake of the world with the man of my dream. He has heard me singing but is pretending that he is looking at steam.
It’s very difficult to go to a blind date, but when you understand that this date can change your life, you shouldn’t be afraid of it. He had a lot of dates they were with foreign celebrities, scientists and so on. He has been studied from all sides, but no one felt his soul from the first time as me. Love? I did not understand. I can not argue with this fact. A lot of women are in love with him ... Am I next? Is it hard for me? Not really, for me he is very special I can share this fact with everyone. I have my own love story, which is already known to a lot of people... The sun shines differently; I am squinting my eyes and gradually turning into Buryat woman.
Buryats - hospitable and talented people. I feel the comfort of home. Thousands, maybe millions of people have taken the vows in his presence and uttered the most important words in their life. Mostly writers often come to him, in order to absorb the entire depth of thoughts, impulses and inspiration. Because the volume editions, limited edition stack of hard work set out in different words are in future. And these sleepless nights...They do not go out on dates like me, unless the voice of heart. It invites....
Just like that … I responded to stay with him forever. Yes, I'm the one, the heroine of the story of his literary story, if someone has read ... In a moment I wanted to hug such a handsome young man, but did not have enough hands to grasp and eyes to admire. I have long gazed into his eyes, in order to observe "something near and dear.
The date was very romantic. We looked at each other for a long time and were happy with each other. Clouds run skipping; my camera is on auto mode. Warm water made me wear a swimsuit. Coins were thrown over the left shoulder with huge wishes. "To be with him all my life" -floated in mind. He's a real bank. The bottom is filled with coins, and the shore is much longer. He liked my smile - he is continuing to tickle my heels. Since childhood I am afraid of tickle ... probably he knew ...
We have get used to each other for a long time , until it was time to leave ... And when it was that moment, I could not hold back the tears. All official rates of the young politician were passed, the contest "Miss Buzan" creative group activities, Yokhor dances and, of course marriage. You were there, watched me,and worried. You make dreams come true and create families. You could not forget my eyes - I was blinded with your beauty, returned home and put glasses.
Thank my friends for inviting me. For a date with him, with my love! For seeing him every day, and my eyes and thoughts only imagine him ... .and here I have a return ticket in my hands. You see me off, I push away the thought of returning, as well as you. In any case, the amplitude will grow .. at the end: "I promise to come back," wearing the ring, crying and continue to catch every moment with my camera, as well as looking at the distance. I am not interested in others’ opinion about me and my feelings. There are only Me and He. The distance of a train-length and not longer. I am a little nervous, and worry because it is the first date with him and he has made me proposal. He is very brave, but what if I’m not the very girl of his dream? Thinking of new status of a “bride”, “wife” and “mother”. Did we liked each other?- of course! Life long blind date! Blind date…
Assemgul Khamzina. Literary story. Russian Federation 2016 год
Перевод текста: Анар Калжанова - магистр психологии и педагогики, переводчик в  г. Кокшетау.