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Post by RussianCTfan on Aug 12, 2009 21:21:35 GMT -5
This story is about Damian coming to Russia for a summer in order to study. Completely fictional, but has some fact thrown in. I apologize in advance for the poor quality; my English isn't great and it is early. Enjoy, though! Part One:Damian stared out the window of the Boeing 747, watching as the rolling hills and green peaks of Ireland slowly began to sink below him. Baby blue eyes took it all in before a break of two months would be in order; his parents asked him if he would want to visit a friend of the family who lived in Russia, in order to gain knowledge of another language and culture. Damian sighed, pulling the window shade down, casting a shadow on his seat. He glanced at his watch, groaning lightly. 5 hours until we land in Moscow...but I forgot the time changes...great. He thought, pulling out his Russian/English dictionary. Damian figured that he might as well learn some Russian before getting there. After a few hours, the symbols on the pages seemed to blur. Damian rubbed his eyes, deciding to take a break from the oh-so-confusing symbols and words that were causing the blurry vision. He closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep. There was barely time for a dream before a voicve came over the plane's speakers. “Hello. We will be landing in Moscow in about 15 minutes. Please put your trays in an upright position and fasten your seatbelts in order to prepare for landing. Thank you for flying with us today, and enjoy your time in Moscow!” When the woman had finished speaking, Damian sighed. 15 minutes until I can get off this plane...15 minutes until I meet this Alex Mom and Dad were talking about...before I step into a new world. These thoughts ran in his mind over and over again until the thud of landing was felt. As the aisle started to fill up with people, Damian made his way through them in order to reach the exit. He did not even bother to glance out the window before getting off. What's the point? It's not like there is anything GOOD in Moscow, right? he asked himself, following the masse of people into the airport lobby. He searched the crowd, looking for Alex. After minutes of searching through the crowd, Damian noticed a man making his way toward him. He decided it had to be Alex. These thoughts were proven correct when the man stepped up, asking if he was Damian. When he answered 'yes,' Alex smiled. “Welcome to Russia, Damian. I am Alexander, but feel free to call me Alex. You ready to go?” he asked after an introduction, smiling when Damian nodded. He followed Alex through the airport, listening to the thick Russian dialogue that surrounded him. Even the signs were in Russian; it confused Damian, so he just followed Alex. He MUST know where to go... Damian hoped, staring down at the floor. He heard the sound of a door opening, squinting as he stepping into the sunlight. Damian did not say a word as he got into the front seat of Alex's car. The duo drove in silence for about fifteen minutes before Alex spoke. “Hi Damian. I know it is tough being away from home, but my fiancee and I will try to make your stay enjoyable. In fact, my little cousin, Natalya, came down to stay with us, too. She is sixteen, which is close to your age, from what I heard,” Alex said, smiling as he noticed Damian perk up slightly at the mention of Natalya. The rest of the drive passed in silence as Damian took in the buildings of Moscow. Nothing really caught his eye, until he saw one building that was lit up. “Alex, what's that building?” he asked, curiosity getting the best of him. “That's St. Basil's Cathedral. It is one of Moscow's best known landmarks. Beautiful, isn't it? We have time to go exploring tomorrow. I expect you're tired, right?” Alex asked, smiling as Damian nodded, resting his head against the cool window, watching St. Basil's Cathedral pass by. He slowly began to fall asleep. I guess Russia won't be so bad after all... he thought, starting to drift into a deep sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Should I continue?
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Post by RussianCTfan on Aug 13, 2009 10:25:56 GMT -5
Thank you everyone! I really appreciate the compliments. Anyway, this isn't my best since I have almost no creativity for a story. xD You asked me to continue, so here is part 2. Part 2:The warmth on his face was welcoming. Damian's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the bright light. He sat up, running his fingers through his hair. My first real day in Russia... he thought, getting changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He opened his bedroom door, watching intently as breakfast was being placed on the table. Alex's girlfriend smiled at Damian, telling him that breakfast was ready and to please come to the table. Damian did as he was asked, taking a seat next to Alex. “Damian, this is my fiancee, Katya,” Alex stated, gesturing to his right. She smiled at him, then returned to looking at the chair next to her. Damian jumped a bit as she called out in Russian, because he was not expecting the burst of volume. Alex chuckled as he folded his hands, preparing to say Grace. Damian did the same, not even looking up when he heard the chair across from him scrape against the floor. After barely a minute, Katya started to say Grace in Russian. He followed along, but never understood the words. When she finished, Damian looked up to begin eating breakfast. There, sitting across from him, was probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Must be Natalya... he though as she looked up to meet his gaze. Damian's heart fluttered, causing him to blush. He forced himself to meet her gaze as well, taking in her looks. Natalya was certainly related to Alex; she had the light brown hair he had and the same sort of facial structure. The most captivating, however, were her eyes. They were not those like Alex's; his were a gray/blue while hers were a bright blue. What a girl... he thought, finishing his breakfast in silence for fear of acting like a fool in front of Natalya. Once breakfast was finished, Damian sat on the couch in the living room. He took out a writing pad and pencil and his dictionary. Okay...I am going to learn Russian! Or at least try, he thought, staring at the empty page. He was wondering how to start when he felt the cushion next to him sink. Damian glanced over out of his peripheral view, his heart fluttering again when he noticed it was Natalya. He offered her a smile, smiling wider when she returned the favor. “Dobrye utro! Kag dela? Shto tih dalaesh?”* she asked, looking confused as Damian sat there looking at her with a confused expression. “Um...Natalya, I don't speak a lot of Russian...” Damian said, his voice getting quieter at the end. He was embarrassed that he knew no Russian, especially in front of Natalya. Instead of laughing at him, like he expected, Natalya nodded. She told him that she understood, and that she could help him. Damian smiled, telling her he'd love help. The two of them got down to work, spending several hours working on the writing and speaking portions of Russian. Around 2PM, Alex came up to Damian and Natalya. “Hey guys! I know that you are studying, but how would you like to explore some of the sights of Moscow?” he asked, smiling as Damian jumped up to get ready. Natalya went and got her shoes on, waiting patiently for Damian to come out. Once he had arrived, the three of them headed out to explore Moscow. Alex explained that Katya would have come, but she had to work. Damian and Natalya nodded, heading down the stairs that led to the lobby of the apartment building. He took a deep breath as he pushed the glass door open. Moscow, here I come! he thought, preparing himself for the long day ahead. -------------------------------------------------- * Means Good morning! How are you? What's up? in Russian
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Post by RussianCTfan on Aug 14, 2009 13:49:55 GMT -5
Okay guys. This one is short and sweet. Longer update next time, I promise! Part 3It's good to be home! Damian thought as he kicked off his shoes by the apartment door. He, Natalya and Alex had just visited Red Square. It was simply amazing. Alex taught him that this place was not just lots of building, but that it had history to it. It was awe-inspiring to think that that place, Red Square, is like a bridge between old, Soviet Russia and modern day Russia. Damian had no idea that places like that existed in Moscow! Can't wait to find out more! he kept telling himself as the trio browsed through Moscow's Red Square more thoroughly. As the day winded down, Damian found himself getting more and more tired. Alex promised him that after one more stop, they'd head home. When Damian laid eyes on the last place of the day, his heart stopped. There, right in front of him, was the sun setting. Over the Volga River. Breathtaking. The reds blended nicely with the pinks and oranges, with the reflection on the water making it seem even prettier. Damian grabbed his camera, which had been used at Red Square, to capture a few photos of the glorious sunset. Fifteen minutes later, the sun began to sink beneath the horizon, signalling that the tri should begin to head back. That's exactly what they did. Damian finished his mental review of the day, sitting down on the couch and grabbing his notebook, pen and dictionary. Okay...I am determined to learn how to write in Russian! he thought, unsure of where to even start. A smile crossed his face as Natalya sat next to him, asking if he needed any help. “Actually...Perhaps you can help me? I want to start learning how to write Russian, but don't know where to start. I mean, I know the Cyrillic alphabet, but after that, I'm lost. Can you help me?” he asked, eyes pleading for assistance. Natalya nodded, saying that they'd start with numbers. She noticed the look in Damian's eyes that told her he thought that was little kid stuff. She assured him that it was a good idea to start with simple things, especially writing, before tackling the big stuff. Damian sighed, finally agreeing to do it Natalya's way. They both began, creating a list of the numbers in Russian, along with their pronunciations, and whether or not they were masculine, feminine or gender neutral words. He checked his list over, admiring the work he and Natalya had done. For the first time, Damian felt like he could actually learn Russian. He read the list again, going over each word in his mind as he said it out loud: Один/одна/одно- a-din/ad-na/ad-no 1 m/f/nДва/две – dva/dvye 2 m &n/fТри - tri 3 Четыре - chi-tih-ri 4 Пять – pyat' 5 Шесть – shest' 6 Семь – syem' 7 Восемь – vo-sim 8 Девять – dye-vit' 9 Десять – dye-sit' 10 After practicing, Damian thanked Natalya, asking her if she'd be his tutor in Russian. When she said yes, he smiled, thanking her. “Erm, spasibo?*” he offered, trying out some Russian he remembered reading on the flight. Natalya giggled, nodding at Damian. “That was correct. Just build up your confidence more. Us Russians are VERY confident speakers,” she offered, smiling. Damian nodded, sinking back down in the couch seat to wait for dinner. It had been a wonderful day, and he and Natalya were becoming fast friends. What else would happen in the future? -------------------------------- * spasibo = thanks, thank you
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Post by RussianCTfan on Aug 16, 2009 20:34:59 GMT -5
Okay. Here's Part 4. Hope you enjoy! [If you are wondering, I DID have some help from my fiancee with this...she's better at romance stuff than I am. LOL]
Part 4
Damian returned to his seat on the couch. Dinner was...interesting, to say the least. He had tried a lot of different Russian and Ukrainian foods. Some he loved; paska, zhele, holubtsi, borsht, and pampushky. Others, he did not enjoy in the least bit; salo, syrnyky, and zalyvne. These just left a bad taste in his mouth. As well, during the dinner, he had hardly a clue what he was eating. Except for borsht; he knew that was a kind of beet soup oftten served with beef. The others were a mystery. Natalya clarified that for him. He could actually still hear her sweet, accented voice explaining what each item was...
“Damian, paska is a type of sweet bread most often served at special occasions or on Easter. It is a Ukrainian dish, from Katya's home country. Zhele is just jellied fruit, similar to this 'jam' I have heard about in the western countries. Holubtsi are cabbage rolls. They are called this because they are often shaped as doves, and 'holub' is dove in Ukrainian. Pampushky is fried dough that is rich and very sweet, since we normally toss it with cinnamon sugar. I think they are similar to 'donut holes' I heard this American student say when he was visiting. Salo is unsalted pork lard, essentially. Very fatty. Syrnyky are cottatge cheese fritters, with raisins added sometimes. Zalyvne is jellied fish. I personally don't care much for that dish.”
He closed his eyes as her words flooded through him. Her accent was so...cute. Yes, that was the word he decided on. Everything about her was cute; light brown hair that was often kept in a ponytail, baby blue eyes that sparkled in the light...relaxed clothing style. And that smile. Her smile was gorgeous, and he could not believe that Natalya was so beautiful, but so smart and funny. It won him over for sure. So much so that he sighed aloud. It was only then that he realized Natalya had slipped into the seat next to him.
“Gah! Don't sneak up on me like that! You scared me!” Damian said, his Irish accent shining through clearly as Natalya chuckled. Apparentely she thought that acaring the poor Irish boy was fun. He asked her for more Russian help, causing her to smile. She agreed to help him out. Damian brought out his usual supplies, waiting for guidance from Natalya. She stated that today's lesson would be the months of the year.
The pencil started to move across the paper, with its owner firmly concentrating on forming the Cyrillic letters. After about fifteen minutes, Damian looked over his work, handing it over to Natalya to check over. Her eyes scanned over what was written:
Январь yin-var' January Февраль fiv-ral' February Март mart March Апрель ap-ryel' April май mey May Июнь i-yun' June Июль i-yul' July Август av-gust August Сентябрь sint-yabr' September Октябрь akt-yabr' October Ноябрь na-yabr' November Декабрь di-kabr' December
Natalya nodded her approval at Damian. She told him that he was improving quite a lot, but it was now time he learned a little more spoken Russian. She told Damian to repeat after her, then try to figure it out. He nodded, and she began.
“Patseluy menya...pazhalusta,” Natalya said slowly, smiling as Damian repeated it back to her. “Good. Now try to figure out what it says,” she encouraged, smiling even wider. He got out his dictionary, trying to find out what it meant. Kiss...Me...Please. His eyes widened as he read the words and realized their meaning. Natalya was asking him to kiss her. His heart fluttered as he and Natalya leaned in, their breath on each other's face.
Their lips met in a flurry of passion. Damian closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss more. Natalya did the same, wrapping her arms around his back, drawing him closer. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, radiating the passion and obvious lust for each other. She stroked his jawline, which only increased Damian's speed. He broke away from her a moment later, looking into her eyes. “Spasibo. Er, tih budish fstrichatsa sa mnoy?*” Damian asked, not sure if his Russian was correct. Natalya giggled, looking back at him.
“Da. Ya siryozin, Damian,**” she answered, pulling him into a hug. He returned the favor, lingering for a few moments in the intimate position. I definitely don't want to leave now! he thought, leaning in for another kiss.
------------------------------ *Pronounced: Spah-see-bow[ribbon bow]. Tih bu-dish fstri-chat'-sa sa mnoy? Means: Thank you. Will you go out with me?
**Pronounced: Dah. Yah sir-yo-zin, Damian. Means: Yes. I'm serious about you.
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Post by RussianCTfan on Aug 20, 2009 17:59:31 GMT -5
Here is part 5. It is not as long, but it leaves room for part 6. He had now been in Russia for aproximately a month. In that time, Damian had fallen in love with Alex's cousin, Natalya, and learned a great deal of Russian from her, Katya and Alex. He was becoming increasingly comfortable with the language and was eager to try it out at dinner that night. They were all going to a restaurant for dinner, just because. Damian was eager to go for the food and to try to order his meal in Russian. That evening, the four of them entered the restaurant. The ambiance was agreeable, and he liked it quite a bit. Alex was seated next to Katya and Damian next to Natalya. While they waited for the watiter to appear, he just stroked Natalya's hand as it was slipped into his. When the waiter appeared, Damian understood most of what he was saying, and most of what was written on the menu. After a few minutes, all of the party were ready to order. When it was his turn, Damian cleared his throat, ready to attempt to order. “Ya bih khatyel rihbnihye blyuda. Mozhna mnye s maslam i pyertsam, pazhalusta. Tozhih, ya bih khatyel limanat, pazhalusta.*” When the waiter had left, everyone at the table congratulated Damian on a job well done. Though his Irish accent shone through slightly, he could pass as a Russian boy with the grammatically correct way of speaking. After the food came, Damian bit into the fish, smiling after. “Eta blyuda ochin fkusnaye!**” he exclaimed, earning a smile and a slight chuckle from Alex. He told Damian he was very proud of how far his Russian had come in just a short month. Damian nodded, and the four of them continued eating in silence. After leaving the restaurant, Natalya asked Alex and Katya something. Damian couldn't quite pinpoint what was said until she came up to him, a big grin spreading across her face. “Come on Damian, I want to show you my favorite place. Alex said we have only fifteen minutes, so hurry up!” Natalya said, a playful tone audible in her voice. Damian followed her to a park, and smiled at the view. The sun was setting over this pond; benches were around the edges and willow trees dipped their leaves into the water. It was almost as magical as the sunset he had seen on his second day, the one on the Volga river. He held her hand, and they walked around the pond. They sat down on one of the benches. Natalya traced the edge of his jawline with her finger. He had began to sprout the beginnings of a beard, and her fingers excited the follicles. He smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Damian leaned in for a kiss, Natalya doing the same. Their mouths met in a bout of passion not seen nor felt since their first kiss nearly a month ago. Her hands freely roamed around his back, pulling him closer to her. He glanced at his watch, frowning. It was time to head home. Both of them started to walk home, hand in hand. Damian kissed her cheek as they walked up the steps to the apartment building. He leaned in for one more passionate kiss. He just could not get enough of her. Her taste, her smell, and her eyes. Their lips met again in a flurry of passion, causing a few passersby to stop and stare; it was a rarity to show public displays of affection, even in Moscow. They broke apart, heading back to Alex's apartment hand-in-hand. He had a feeling the next month would simply fly by, but he hoped it wouldn't. He couldn't bear to leave Natalya. -------------------------------------------------------------------- *I would like the fish. I'd like it with oil and pepper, please. I would like lemonade, please. **I love this dish!
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Post by RussianCTfan on Aug 29, 2009 11:25:15 GMT -5
Here is Part 6!
The room seemed empty. Almost incomplete. Damian sat on the bed, his head in his hands, staring out the window. His time was up in Russia; two whole months had passed. In a few short hours, he would be heading back home to Ireland. Leaving Russia, leaving Alex and Katya. Leaving Natalya. A single tear slid down his cheek, but he brushed it off, almost angry at himself for crying. Damian just sat silently, thinking about what had happened while he was in Russia.
I know I was reluctant to come here, to stay with someone I didn't know. When I met him, Alex seemed alright and so did Katya. Natalya was gorgeous, and I feel blessed to have found her. She taught me another language, she taught me to be a better person. She taught me to love. To love! I am still in shock that we connected like we did...it is all surreal. Like I am in a trance, a dream. Now, in a few hours, I am leaving this all behind. I know I will return one day, but I don't want to leave. I..I just want to stay.
Another tear slid down his cheek, but Damian brushed it off quickly as Alex said it was time to leave. He nodded, getting up off his bed, not looking at anyone as he, Alex, Katya and Natalya trudged down the stairs in order to get in the car to drive to the airport. Damian sat down, stroking Natalya's hand while he looked out the window. He dared not glance at her, for if he did, he would most definitely break down. It was killing him to leave her and Russia behind.
As they arrived at the airport, Damian sighed. Once he got out, he grabbed his luggage from the trunk. He and the rest walked in silence as he headed near security. Since Alex, Katya and Natalya could not go with him, it was time to say the good-byes. Damian hugged Alex, thanking him for everything. He did the same to Katya, then took a deep breath. It was time to bade farewell to Natalya.
Damian threw his arms around her, placing a few tender kisses upon her cheek. They pulled apart, their lips meeting several times with the passion seen many times before. When the pulled apart, Damian grabbed her hands. “Наталия, Я буду скучать, моё солнышко. Ты познакомишься с моими родителями?*” He asked this gingerly, smiling weakly. He hoped Natalya would say yes, for he wanted to see her again. She was his love, and it would kill him to lose her forever.
Natalya looked at Damian in shock after he had said that. She appeared to think for a moment, then smiled. “Я с удовольствием.**” Natalya spoke with a passion and authoritative tone Damian had not heard before, causing him to smile. The duo shared another flurry of passionate kisses before Damian broke off in order to head through security. Before leaving, he promised Natalya he'd see her again. He turned around, heading through security, leaving the others behind.
As the plane took off, Damian stared out the window. He watched as Moscow disappeared beneath him. He sighed, stretching his legs. He reflected upon his time in Russia, falling asleep. He dreamed of Natalya coming to Ireland, which made him smile and have pleasant dreams.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- Nah-tahl-ya, Ya bu-du sku-shat', ma-yo sol-nihsh-ka. Tih paz-na-ko-mish'-sa sa ma-i-mi ra-di-tio-ya-mi? Natalya, I'll miss you, my sunshine. Will you meet my parents? **Ya s u-da-volst-vi-yem. Yes, I'd love to.
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Post by oceangirl1 on Aug 30, 2009 1:46:11 GMT -5
Yay You finally updated Alex! I can't wait to hear if Natalya actually makes it to Ireland!
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Post by ladyjordierose on Nov 14, 2009 1:32:57 GMT -5
its wonderful alex!
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Post by damianrocks on Dec 24, 2009 23:36:54 GMT -5
Oh this is beautiful! Very original too. Russia. Nice. Update please! I love it.
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Post by laurenne on Dec 27, 2009 4:31:35 GMT -5
Update, please.
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Post by oceangirl1 on Dec 27, 2009 20:19:57 GMT -5
Alex! You haven't updated in ages! I'm really curious to see how the story continues!!!
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Post by orinocoflow on Apr 10, 2010 17:38:14 GMT -5
haha love the pronounciation
great story, Alex!
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Post by cthasmyheart on Apr 22, 2010 19:38:24 GMT -5
Wow great story! Can't wait for an update! Thats an awesome incorporation of Russian/Russia in your story! Enjoyed the pronounciations! Great English too!
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Post by orinocoflow on May 2, 2010 13:06:42 GMT -5
Ya siryozin
about that phrase, if its a girl saying it, it should be "Ya siryozina o tebe, ..."
i think, but im pretty sure
otherwise, great story!
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Post by RussianCTfan on Jul 1, 2010 21:30:39 GMT -5
Sorry the next update took so long to get to you... I had been busy with work, school and helping to plan my upcoming wedding.
Here is Part 7! The final chapter!
Time passes. People change. I know that... But why do I wish things were the same? Why do I wish I was back in Russia? Is it the scenery? The language? My host family? No. It was all of these, I assure you, but the one thing I miss most I have not seen in almost two years. Natalya. Oh Natalya...
Damian was older now, but still had the same features as the last time he had visited. His eyes were the same, sweet blue, and his hair worn in the same unruly style. The lad had grown about 4 inches taller, but he still looked the same as before. Two years had surprisingly passed him by with little change. Two years since he had left Russia. Two years since he had seen Alex and Katya. Nearly two years since he had left Natalya at the Dublin airport. That, was certainly an interesting event.
Damian had brought Nataly home a few weeks after he arrived in order to meet his parents. The Russian girl only spoke broken English, and wasn't used to their terribly thick Irish accents, so communicating was a tad difficult. She was fortunately able to manage, and they got along great. Natalya saw all of the wonderful places in Ireland, such as the Cliffs of Moher in the West, and all the places around the coast. It was a change from her native Moscow. When it was time to leave, Damian did not want to say his farewell.
His lips met hers in a flurry of passion, as if he would never see her again. “Ya tebya loobyloo, Natalya,*” he said, drawing her into a warm hug before she turned to head through security, tears shining fresh and wet down her cheeks. ---------------------------------------- That was almost two years ago, and the memory was still fresh in his mind as the plane touched down in Moscow. He groggily stepped off the plane, noting it was only 4AM in Moscow. He went through baggage, scooping what bags he had and heading to meet Alex and Katya. It was time for another visit to improve his Russian. And to visit the family friends. And maybe, just maybe, find Natalya.
Alex and Katya greeted Damian with warm hugs and 'how are yous.' He smiled plotely, though it was slightly forced since he was extremely tired. As he sat in the back seat of the car, St Basil's Cathedral whizzing by, he tried to stay awake. But exhaustion finally overcame him, and he drifted to sleep, not even noticing Alex picking him up out of the car, carrying him into the house, and placing him in his bed.
Damian awoke the next morning to find the house empty. They must have gone to church... he thought, remembering today was sunday. He threw on a grey t-shirt and blue jeans, heading into the kitchen to find something to eat. He managed to fix some toast and a glass of orange juice, settling in at the kitchen table to eat and wait for his friends to return.
He barely stirred when they returned home. He heard voices in the front foyer, one belonging to Alex and the other to Katya. It wasn't until he heard another female voice that he started to get interested. He had heard that voice before, but could not remember where. Then it hit him. Natalya.
He rushed to the front door, heart fluttering, hoping it was Natalya. The brown hair and bright blue eyes gave her away. “Natalya? Eto ti'yeel?**” he asked, a broad smile spreading across his face as she nodded, throwing her arms around him. Damian smiled, placing a tender kiss on her cheek. It would certainly be a great trip.
The summer flew by. Damian had learned much more Russian, and he and Natalya were inseparable. They went to all the tourist attractions together, studied together, and even went on a few dates together. Yet, Damian knew the inevitable, and he knew it would break Natalya's heart to find out. He decided to take her on a walk to break the news to her.
The evening was cool and clear. The sun was setting lightly on the Volga river, and the boy and girl sat peacefully by the river's edge, watching the sun set. Taking a deep breath, Damian turned to look at Natalya, sadness in his eyes.
“Natalya, I love you. But... I can't be with you. I wish I could stay, but I am needed in Ireland. And I may never return to Russia. Please, don't hate me. I wish I could stay with you, but I can't...” tears stung his eyes as he let go of Natalya's hand. She too was crying, but nodded. “I understand, Damian. I love you too. Good bye.” That last word hurt the most as Damian left her sitting by the river. He had a goodbye hug, but he felt empty.
At last, it was time to leave Russia again. Damian found himself on the plane, staring out the window. He felt empty, defeated. He needed Natalya. But he needed Ireland more. The decision nearly killed him to make, but he knew it had to be done. He just hoped Natalya would be okay. A tear slowly slid down his cheek as he watched Moscow disappear over the horizon.
Natalya...I will always love you. he thought, thinking about the upcoming tour he would soon be embarking for. A peaceful smile crossed his face as he thought about the song he had sung hundreds of times before.
Let me tell you that I love you...and I think about you all the time...
The END...
*I love you **Natalya, is that you?
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