Lily

Lilia stood at the door of the dean's office, nervously clutching documents in her hands. Her gaze was anxious and a little confused, but those around her passed by, not paying attention to her, as if such a situation was normal.

At that moment, a young man with a confident gait emerged from the dean's office, as if he knew everything here and felt like he was the master of the situation. Lilia involuntarily lingered her gaze on him, feeling admiration for his confidence. Gathering her courage, she took a deep breath and resolutely entered the dean's office.

A bad death promised me happiness -
Alluring as a flame in the permafrost,
The dull howls of fear
They kept telling me all about peace.

But now to your gentle smile
I am not able to resist,
And here it is: for the first time I have hope
Slow down - there is no need for me to seek death.

I'm ready to drown now - but not in a swamp,
And not in the river - in the eyes, dispassionate and empty;
I am ready for a previously alien concern
To spend so many wonderful days.

And the light flows through your hair
So bright that it makes your eyes water,
You are the sun, but I seem to be a bird,
Which, approaching the light, will scorch the wings. Cold blond hair, reaching with its wavy mass to the waist and often gathered in a braid, large lake eyes with a bluish tint, but more turquoise.