Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Lidanovtsy)
(Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3)
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Ruslan was the epitome of a country boy—strong, hardworking, and so accustomed to the smell of manure that he barely even noticed it. For him, it was a natural part of life, like fresh air after rain. Kolya was a different matter entirely. A true city dweller, he was accustomed to cleanliness and comfort, often wrinkling his nose at anything he considered an "off" smell, and was generally quite fastidious and picky.
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So when Kolya's mother sent him to the countryside to live with his grandmother for the summer, he nearly fainted. No internet, no familiar city bustle—only dust, manure, and melancholy. For the first few days, Kolya literally suffered from boredom and the unfamiliar surroundings, not knowing what to do with himself. But, as often happens, fate brought him together with Ruslan. This unexpected friend became a true salvation for Kolya. They quickly found common ground, despite all their differences, and spent time together exploring the surroundings and engaging in all sorts of village "adventures. "
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One day, when the guys walked into Ruslan's room, Kolya noticed an old, battered guitar leaning against the wall. His eyes lit up.
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— Wow, Ruslan! Is this your guitar?
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Kolya asked with genuine surprise, coming closer.
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— Can you play? I've never heard anyone play live.
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Ruslan grinned, casting a glance at Kolya that revealed a hint of anticipation.
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— Yeah, there's nothing to do, bro. Want me to play something?
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— Yeah, there's nothing to do, bro. Want me to play something?
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Ruslan sighed, as if preparing for something important, and walked over to his guitar. Frowning slightly, he sat down on the bed, deftly tuning the strings. Kolya, feeling anticipation welling up in him, sat down next to him, almost pressed against him. And then, Ruslan's fingers touched the strings, and the room filled with a melody—soft at first, then gathering strength, evoking strange but deeply pleasant feelings. Kolya liked the melody so much that, forgetting his squeamishness, he unconsciously rested his head on Ruslan's shoulder, surrendering himself entirely to the enchanting sounds as his friend's fingers worked their magic.
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(Next, you're behind Kolya.)
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