did you eat lunch?
- Multiple,
what did you drink coffee?
- Say no to him, come this way, jump in, get some fresh air. sofiiski universitet'in back, shipka'dan raft down the old place on the right.
ok, 10 min. be there after.
snack snow continues to step sıklaştırıyorum.
my left to my right in the old buildings, perhaps the hundredth time in the dark gardens, examine the same enthusiasm and curiosity.
beautiful in the spring around here, but even more beautiful in winter!
'm going to pass it absently while walking to my right, leaving the falls at aprilov primary school. kıvrılıyorum left, v. the right lane of Tarnovo, the imposing American Embassy building embedded in the snow, asleep.
No people around, amazed.
shipka'ya right again kıvrılıyorum, my phone is ringing:
Where are my son,
- I am here.
I'm waiting for 10 minutes,
- Off, sorry, now I'm on it for 5 minutes. Wait.
seğirtiyorum shipka'dan up a rapid pace towards the university.
bright, colorful balls out of a dark green painted cafe decorated with tiny lights, the outside bembeyazlığıyla contrasts, nestled inside a warm affection in each other more advanced people.
I will sit anywhere at any time, the second table from the left side of the glass. I walk in quickly, the service is on duty today, the one overlooking the blue-eyed girl with short blonde hair. I entered through the eyes, though in a very short time is standing over me, then everyone round table, she smiles at me:
welcome
- Nice to today, how
as usual, does cold outside?
- No, actually for me
laughs, what's your poison?
- Irish café, fresh squeezed orange juice.
ok, 5 min. After bringing, are you here at Christmas
- Yes, take a little vacation this year, I stayed in the sofyadan, are you?
I'm around
- This cake was made fresh, from today?
bring it on, do not worry.
I pass my desk:
How-pleasures
gahet good, prazniçno
Standing in the corner or on the number of new magazine-sailing?
yes
- Means that we're here this afternoon.
Pasha how you want to, anyway you coffee.
I take off over me, snow, snow-white shoulders had montumun, that every time I sit back and glass exterior, and passers-by can easily be seen here.
There is a movement in the street a little bit of nothing before, is moving in the direction of a group of university students, a café in front of the glass of our table full of shopping bags in the hands of an elderly woman stood at the level of söyleşiyor with a friend. turns towards us a break, just outside glazing watching ornaments, then comes a moment, smiled upon gözgöze says:
-Chestita KOLEDA - Merry Christmas -
I understand that lip movements, his voice reaching a vague, greet to printing. whether to continue the path, turns out to street san stefano.
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