LITTLE ADULT GIRLS

Video: LITTLE ADULT GIRLS

Video: LITTLE ADULT GIRLS
Video: Strange Little GirL a Bessy Adut Short Film 4X3 PAL 2024, April
LITTLE ADULT GIRLS
LITTLE ADULT GIRLS
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Auto: Alena Shvets Photo: Evgeny Kurenkov

Here they are. Among us. These lovely ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty and further-year-old girls, almost untouched by the experience of growing up, deny the painful realism of life and steadfastly stay under the protection of childhood dreams of kindness, happiness, beauty, or, at least, oh good.

There is such a Girl inside me too. She looks like the same little Girls around. She immediately recognizes them, notices. In our adult kindergarten, we all know and notice each other, only it is not customary to show it.

And it is also not accepted to call it an adult kindergarten. Accepted - by society.

In this society, many things are accepted, and many things are not accepted.

For example, it is customary to show achievements and knowledge, but it is customary to hide poop.

But this is not about that.

About girls.

Here at least this one.

A touching gentle girl, smiling.

Trusting people and the world. Responsive.

Such a good, waiting girl. She is waiting.

Alone. On the bench. Quietly. Inconspicuous.

Thin, small, in a thin gray dress.

And inside there is a big, big hope that someone important will notice and say “My good. Love you.

Or this one. Lively, bright. Active.

The first is the best.

Rushing through his own life at the speed of light.

He does not have time to live.

He manages to receive cups and throw them at the feet of those who, mourning their own failures, are only annoyed at other people's cups.

Great, great hope that someone important will notice and say “My good. I love you”learned not to notice.

But this large, well-built girl.

Every morning with a string bag, to the market, to the grocery store.

Borscht, pies, a lot of care for those who often don't really need it.

Year after year, without much change.

Every day is no different from other days of the same kind.

Behind the slogan “Life for others” is hidden a great, great hope that someone important will notice and say “My good. Love you"

Or here's a boyishly angular, straight, slightly sharp girl.

She is erudite, biting turns, brilliant sense of humor.

In the company of boys, you will not immediately understand her gender. She does everything not to be a girl.

In this matter, renunciation of the female nature can go far enough - for example, to infertility.

Great, great hope that someone important will notice and say “My good. I love you devalued a long time ago.

Only a very young girl can compete with her. Which still grow and grow until puberty.

This pretty cutie has a different concern. Prevent growing up.

Any development is perceived as a disaster. This is due to the fact that she is used to treating herself as a commodity.

And he understands very well that like any yesterday's product, tomorrow it will cost less.

A whole life is devoted to repairing and beautifying oneself, negative feelings are suppressed. Depression is inevitable at every encounter with reality.

A big, big hope that someone important will notice and say just like that, without demanding anything for it, “My good. I love you”was sold by her for reasonable money under the first suitable circumstances.

But this capricious, restless, crying and screaming girl. Annoyed and spiteful.

Demanding, protesting. Rebel.

Stamps and stomps.

He believes that there is a big, big hope that someone important will notice and say “My good. I love you”can only be realized by knocking these words out of the speaker.

There are other girls as well.

Their mothers pat them on the head. They hug him gently. Or whisper something in your ear.

One of them was running around the yard with this big mother after the dog. And they both laughed, had fun.

Many envied her, this girl.

Many did not have such an easy baby mother.

There was a wait, but my mother was not like that. And it is very painful to give up on him, on this expectation. Betray him.

Allow your big, big hope that a light baby mother will tell you “My good. I love you break into a thousand annoying fragments from the realization that this will never happen.

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