Charles Bridge, Prague As the fog engulfed the artificial light of the streetlamps, Eliot hoped uneasy about the beautiful Charles Bridge, spanning elegant waters of the Vltava River.
The night began to bring the brightest stars in the firmament, and Eliot, amazed by the beauty that offered the city of Prague at that moment, could not but succumb carried away by a loud exclamation.
night was Queen seized the bridge, and the cold fog through the streets making all in fuzzy silhouettes.
That was a magical moment in the city, but Eliot did not know.
had been on the bridge, next to the statue of one of the saints, with a woman, whom he hardly knew, but he was in love. Calista called and were known by letter.
After a year in a paper reflecting their deepest feelings, decided to travel to Prague, where she lived to see the end Calista's face. And so in his last letter, quoted in the Charles Bridge at nine o'clock, where the wait with a white rose in his hand.
However, it was already quarter past nine, and Calista had not appeared yet ...
were not many pedestrians walking across the bridge, just an old violinist, waiting for a coin in his hat, a pair of lovers, who were slowly while laughing shyly and a mime, which jealously guarded its stillness in an elegant posture. And while Eliot, waiting impatiently grasping the white rose he carried in his right hand.
fifteen minutes passed, it was already half past nine, and Calista still not keep the appointment.
The loving couple had gone to the other end of the bridge and the violinist, tired of playing for anyone, began to pick up your instrument. Only the impassive mime, oblivious to everything around him, seemed unwilling to leave his position. Eliot
looked at his watch: quarter to ten ... I knew it would not come ... Calista
Dejected, I look at the white rose in his hands and placed it gently on the floor, as if to signal his presence on the bridge Charles.
wrapped neck, rubbed his hands and into the fog until it merged with it, disappearing completely, leaving only a trail of disappointment and sadness ...
Calista
rested from their perpetual immobility, and shook his body wake of a peaceful sleep for almost two hours.
He took off his big black hat that covered his head, to drop a golden hair brushed her shoulders gently.
Calista's pale eyes scrutinized the fog, which had half the bridge disappear, but no longer could see the silhouette of Eliot. He was gone.
The girl had been watching her unknown lover, but he could realize, for over an hour. He tried to leave his immobility to go to meet him, but could not, or rather, did not want. Thought that if she knew if the sides were facing each other, the magic of their friendship that was made would be lost forever, and keep that love Calista longed above all else.
With one hand on his breast, to soothe the pain I felt, went to the rose and took her gently, as if afraid of breaking it. He brushed his nose against their petals and smelled of friendship, love, life ...
With the flower in her hand, and a heart full of hopes for the future, left the Charles Bridge, where only an old violinist was a love witnessed camouflaged behind a white rose.
The night began to bring the brightest stars in the firmament, and Eliot, amazed by the beauty that offered the city of Prague at that moment, could not but succumb carried away by a loud exclamation.
night was Queen seized the bridge, and the cold fog through the streets making all in fuzzy silhouettes.
That was a magical moment in the city, but Eliot did not know.
had been on the bridge, next to the statue of one of the saints, with a woman, whom he hardly knew, but he was in love. Calista called and were known by letter.
After a year in a paper reflecting their deepest feelings, decided to travel to Prague, where she lived to see the end Calista's face. And so in his last letter, quoted in the Charles Bridge at nine o'clock, where the wait with a white rose in his hand.
However, it was already quarter past nine, and Calista had not appeared yet ...
were not many pedestrians walking across the bridge, just an old violinist, waiting for a coin in his hat, a pair of lovers, who were slowly while laughing shyly and a mime, which jealously guarded its stillness in an elegant posture. And while Eliot, waiting impatiently grasping the white rose he carried in his right hand.
fifteen minutes passed, it was already half past nine, and Calista still not keep the appointment.
The loving couple had gone to the other end of the bridge and the violinist, tired of playing for anyone, began to pick up your instrument. Only the impassive mime, oblivious to everything around him, seemed unwilling to leave his position. Eliot
looked at his watch: quarter to ten ... I knew it would not come ... Calista
Dejected, I look at the white rose in his hands and placed it gently on the floor, as if to signal his presence on the bridge Charles.
wrapped neck, rubbed his hands and into the fog until it merged with it, disappearing completely, leaving only a trail of disappointment and sadness ...
Calista
rested from their perpetual immobility, and shook his body wake of a peaceful sleep for almost two hours.
He took off his big black hat that covered his head, to drop a golden hair brushed her shoulders gently.
Calista's pale eyes scrutinized the fog, which had half the bridge disappear, but no longer could see the silhouette of Eliot. He was gone.
The girl had been watching her unknown lover, but he could realize, for over an hour. He tried to leave his immobility to go to meet him, but could not, or rather, did not want. Thought that if she knew if the sides were facing each other, the magic of their friendship that was made would be lost forever, and keep that love Calista longed above all else.
With one hand on his breast, to soothe the pain I felt, went to the rose and took her gently, as if afraid of breaking it. He brushed his nose against their petals and smelled of friendship, love, life ...
With the flower in her hand, and a heart full of hopes for the future, left the Charles Bridge, where only an old violinist was a love witnessed camouflaged behind a white rose.
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