Of modern and true love // О современной и настоящей любви

He was respectful to his parents
And once he reached his adult age,
He started business, very hefty
With friends of his, whom he engaged.

Creative services they offered,
They worked all day and all night long,
From nature sculpted their models
And then they used these works to earn.

They had the profitable orders,
The money were the thickest piles,
And when the place was overloaded,
They found a house in countryside.

So, while he had the certain talent,
And also money for him to burn,
He wished at last, as he was telling
To raise the family of his own.

His sporty image and his figure,
And jogging in break of dawn,
Weren’t bringing closer, as it figured
His cherished dream. He stayed alone.

So, meeting Nadia was a wonder
It woke all feeling now in him,
He didn’t see above or under
The dating that new day would bring.

All thoughts were captured by his Nadya,
Her smile that seemed for him so bright,
Like new and shining heavenly body,
Beam of the only source of light.

With such a thought his walk wasn’t hasting
And finally reached his home as well,
This day was great, it was not wasted,
And with this thought asleep he fell.

The daylight’s breaking through the curtains
The beams of new, just started day
But Dmitriy’s sleeping without notice
Of this, he still is far away.

But then he heard his mobile buzzing
It woke him up from all sweet dreams.
‘Well, who is calling here that nasty?’ —
He thought at first, and then it seemed,

It was his friend to whom last evening
He talked when strolling in the park.
And who arranged the sudden meeting,
And disappeared in the dark.

Friend:

‘Hi, buddy, was the evening merry?
Come on; just tell what you can’t hide.
Last evening, probably you married,
I went away. You had your time.’

Dmitriy:

‘What I can tell… Well, I can tell you nothing
Here is true and simple thing:
Who meets such girl is surely a lucky,
Of such a chance one can just dream.

Just understand, that she’s is the only,
She stands apart from those chicks,
With whom before, with time for burning,
Success for us was guaranteed’.

Friend:

‘My friend, you’re probably, in love,
This look I clearly remember,
These eyes, which glimpse is very shy,
And which will follow her forever’.

Dmitriy:

‘You know, illusion was unmeasured,
Was nice to me, and I enjoyed
Each moment of this greatest pleasure,
Distinguishing her from them all.
Well, all those minutes we were near,
I still want them now to return,
To look into her eyes, so dear,
The greatest thing I ever learnt’.

Friend:

‘It is unusual to hear,
I am glad for you in anyway,
The words of love are surely thrilling
But now what can be your plans?
Perhaps I can be of some help?
Though it is really unexpected,