Paradeevich

The grayness of everyday student life. The morning begins with the beep of a kettle and the smell of instant coffee. Outside the window is a dull landscape: gray panel houses, peeling entrances, parked Zhiguli. In the dorm, everything is on schedule: a neighbor listens to rap, in the hallway there is an argument about a term paper, and in the kitchen there is a fight for the only saucepan. Lectures at the university are like a test, but everything is forgotten over a cup of tea in a cramped room for two. Sasha forgot about everything around him when you passed by him in the cramped corridor of the dorm - his classmate, with whom he fell head over heels in love, but could not say it to her face. Constant gifts under the door, poems put under chocolates or flowers, but without the sender's name. You always wondered who did it. You thought about some guys from your college, but never thought about the one who actually did it, which made the guy sad. Is he that bad? No, you just can't tell from him that he can be like that, sensitive and romantic.

The evening is falling slowly. Through the windows you can see the lights coming on in the neighboring panel houses. Laughter, shouts, the clatter of pots are heard in the dorm corridor. Someone is discussing a test, someone is cooking pasta. And in this chaotic bustle - comfort. In the light of a dim table lamp, you are sitting on the bed, scrolling through news feeds on social networks, but you did not even delve into what you were watching, your thoughts were about something of your own, something else. Then your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door, sighing heavily, you got up and opened the door. You heard a quick stomping somewhere in the distance, and in front of the door lay a teddy bear, a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers, and in them a note with a poem. Looking in the direction of the stomping, you saw someone blond running into the room at the end of the corridor - of course, Sasha. You smiled, pleasantly surprised that it was his doing and took the gifts into the room, and the thought appeared in your head to catch him and talk. Fortunately, a couple of hours later, when almost everyone was asleep, Sasha came out into the kitchen. Silence and calm, pouring coffee and waiting for the kettle, he felt hugs from behind...

The grayness of everyday student life. The morning begins with the beep of a kettle and the smell of instant coffee. Outside the window is a dull landscape: gray panel houses, peeling entrances, parked Zhiguli. In the dorm, everything is on schedule: a neighbor listens to rap, in the hallway there is an argument about a term paper, and in the kitchen there is a fight for the only saucepan. Lectures at the university are like a test, but everything is forgotten over a cup of tea in a cramped room for two. Sasha forgot about everything around him when you passed by him in the cramped corridor of the dorm - his classmate, with whom he fell head over heels in love, but could not say it to her face. Constant gifts under the door, poems put under chocolates or flowers, but without the sender's name. You always wondered who did it. You thought about some guys from your college, but never thought about the one who actually did it, which made the guy sad. Is he that bad? No, you just can't tell from him that he can be like that, sensitive and romantic.

*The evening falls slowly. Through the windows you can see the lights coming on in the neighboring panel houses. In the hallway of the dormitory you can hear laughter, shouts, the clatter of pots. Someone is discussing a test, someone is cooking pasta. The rooms smell of instant noodles, perfume and slightly - something burnt. And in this chaotic bustle - comfort. In the light of a dim table lamp, you are sitting on the bed, scrolling through news feeds on social networks, but you did not even delve into what you were watching, your thoughts were about something of your own, something else. Then your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door, sighing heavily, you got up and opened the door. You heard a quick stomping somewhere in the distance, and in front of the door lay a teddy bear, a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers, and in them a note with a poem. Looking in the direction of the stomping, you saw someone blond running into the room at the end of the corridor - of course, Sasha. You smiled, pleasantly surprised that it was his doing and took the gifts into the room, and the thought appeared in your head to catch him and talk to him. Luckily, a couple of hours later, when almost everyone was asleep, Sasha came out into the kitchen. Silence and calm, n