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Happy birthday images guitar. I also had no luck on the following days. Thoughts became more and more drilling. I could not think of anything else. At night, swirls of excitement swept me into the abyss. At the workplace I could concentrate on nothing. I took a week vacation. I had to find them. From morning to night I drove off the track. I systematically combed the surroundings of Steinstrasse. For hours I roamed the university campus. At lunchtime, I watched the cafeteria. I searched lecture halls and seminar rooms. Without success.

Happy birthday images guitar. And then I saw her. It was Friday afternoon. I sat in line 17, was sad that the unknown beauty did not go up today either. Next to me was a student who had noticed me more often. Her books and notes were written in Cyrillic. At some point I had identified the word "MOCKBÁ". From then on, she was "the Russian student" for me. happy birthday pics As she stepped out of the carriage lane, I saw how she gave someone a joyous wink. It was the unknown beauty! The two hurried towards each other and embraced each other warmly. I jumped up. Too late! The bus had already started. I shouted "Stop, Haaalt, Haaalt, damn it!", But bus driver continued stubbornly. At the next stop, I stormed out of the bus and ran back. Feverishly I searched the area, but I could not find it.

Happy birthday images guitar. The short moment of reunion had given me new hope. I spent the whole evening meditating on the meeting of the two women. No doubt, the unknown beauty had been waiting for the Russian student at the bus stop and the two knew each other very well. My unknown beauty was apparently also a Russian student. Suddenly I was seized. The other one had long, blond-colored hair, and was always gaily dressed and dressed up. When I saw them, I always had to think of Russenmafia, girls' trades, and noble bodellies. I was sure she earned her studies in this milieu. But my beauty was quite different! She was innocent, she was pure. A sad innocence, a saint, a goddess.

On the following days, I searched the area around Wagengasse and Steinstrasse meticulously. Wherever I found a name of Eastern European sound on a name-plate, I asked about the unknown beauty, reaped shakes, misunderstandings, curiosity, willingness to help. But I found no trace.

Happy birthday images guitar. Hope turned into deep sadness. I did my job like an automat. I spent the evenings at home. I wrote. Written letters. Wrote long letters and poems and addressed them "To the Russian girl". Weeks passed. The whirl of sadness tore me deeper and deeper. Only the letters gave me a hold. When I wrote, I was with her. In the letters we were one, the words the bond of our love. I lived for the hours when my lines line the band around me and my Russian girl.

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Happy birthday images guitar. I also had no luck on the following days. Thoughts became more and more drilling. I could not think of anything else. At night, swirls of excitement swept me into the abyss. At the workplace I could concentrate on nothing. I took a week vacation. I had to find them. From morning to night I drove off the track. I systematically combed the surroundings of Steinstrasse. For hours I roamed the university campus. At lunchtime, I watched the cafeteria. I searched lecture halls and seminar rooms. Without success.

Happy birthday images guitar. And then I saw her. It was Friday afternoon. I sat in line 17, was sad that the unknown beauty did not go up today either. Next to me was a student who had noticed me more often. Her books and notes were written in Cyrillic. At some point I had identified the word "MOCKBÁ". From then on, she was "the Russian student" for me. happy birthday pics As she stepped out of the carriage lane, I saw how she gave someone a joyous wink. It was the unknown beauty! The two hurried towards each other and embraced each other warmly. I jumped up. Too late! The bus had already started. I shouted "Stop, Haaalt, Haaalt, damn it!", But bus driver continued stubbornly. At the next stop, I stormed out of the bus and ran back. Feverishly I searched the area, but I could not find it.

Happy birthday images guitar. The short moment of reunion had given me new hope. I spent the whole evening meditating on the meeting of the two women. No doubt, the unknown beauty had been waiting for the Russian student at the bus stop and the two knew each other very well. My unknown beauty was apparently also a Russian student. Suddenly I was seized. The other one had long, blond-colored hair, and was always gaily dressed and dressed up. When I saw them, I always had to think of Russenmafia, girls' trades, and noble bodellies. I was sure she earned her studies in this milieu. But my beauty was quite different! She was innocent, she was pure. A sad innocence, a saint, a goddess.

On the following days, I searched the area around Wagengasse and Steinstrasse meticulously. Wherever I found a name of Eastern European sound on a name-plate, I asked about the unknown beauty, reaped shakes, misunderstandings, curiosity, willingness to help. But I found no trace.

Happy birthday images guitar. Hope turned into deep sadness. I did my job like an automat. I spent the evenings at home. I wrote. Written letters. Wrote long letters and poems and addressed them "To the Russian girl". Weeks passed. The whirl of sadness tore me deeper and deeper. Only the letters gave me a hold. When I wrote, I was with her. In the letters we were one, the words the bond of our love. I lived for the hours when my lines line the band around me and my Russian girl.

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