ZZZMMM Illustrations - страница 3
the young man said, offering his hand. His gaze lingered on Anna with open admiration – she was always radiant when she laughed, her voice like a bright melody.
"Anya," she replied, smiling. Just then, the sun slipped from behind a cloud, as if nature itself were grinning, saturating the world with color.
As Anna glanced around, she noticed something new: rough-hewn steps carved into the stone, descending invitingly toward the water’s edge – a silent summons to plunge into the lagoon’s crystalline depths…
The week slipped by like a fleeting breeze, carrying away the days and leaving only sweet memories in its wake. Each morning, they returned to their hidden lagoon, where clouds drifted overhead like great white ships, where seagulls and cormorants made unexpected appearances, and where dolphins staged unforgettable performances. Evenings were spent watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon, painting the sky in the vibrant hues of sunset – scarlet, orange, pink – as if some unseen hand had brushed a masterpiece across the heavens just for them.
With every passing day, they discovered more about one another, finding unexpected connections in even the smallest things.
"What’s your favorite color?" Anna asked suddenly.
"I love all colors," Mikhail answered without hesitation.
"And scents? Which scents do you like?"
"So many things – from the rich smell of tomatoes on the vine to the delicate fragrance of a rose bush," he replied instantly.
"I love the scent of fresh lemon leaves," Anna said, pulling one from her purse. "I always keep one with me. But to make it perfect, you have to add a hint of floral jasmine and creamy honey – then it becomes something close to the top notes of Chanel No. 5." She handed him the leaf.
"Now this scent will always remind me of you," Mikhail said softly, tucking the lemon leaf into his shirt pocket with a shy smile.
But above all else, they shared a fascination with the starry sky. Together, they would pore over a celestial atlas, deciphering the mysterious patterns of constellations. Anna often wondered where Mikhail had managed to find such a rare treasure. The flashlight, powered by a large flat battery that lasted for several evenings, proved indispensable. They would sit for hours, alternating between studying the atlas pages and gazing up at the shimmering celestial bodies, savoring every moment of their enigmatic journey through the vast expanse of the universe. To them, it all held a special, profound meaning.