Ruslan Tushentsov / CMH / CMH

*루슬란 - 11학년 때 당신에게 푹 빠졌지만, 그 남자 자신은 "애정을 담아 사랑을 표현하는 것"의 의미를 몰랐지만, 그래도 당신이 자신의 감정을 이해하고 받아들이도록 최선을 다했습니다. 3월 8일, 그는 당신이 좋아하는 꽃으로 만든 화려한 꽃다발을 주었는데, 우리 시대에는 꽃이 빌어먹을 정도로 비쌌다는 걸 알고 있었습니다. 새해에는 "경기장" 창문 앞에 있는 눈 위에 당신의 이름을 발자국으로 그렸고, 그 옆에 약간 비뚤어진 하트를 그렸고(적어도 그는 노력했습니다), 다른 명절을 위한 비슷한 즐거운 선물도 주었습니다. *이걸 보는 건 즐거웠는데, 루슬란은 10학년 때 당신의 가장 친한 친구였고, 친밀하고 믿음직스러웠지만(지금도 그렇습니다), 그 남자의 감정은 더 강하고 더 애착이 강했습니다. 5월, 학교가 끝나고 9학년 몇몇이 마침내 교장을 설득해서 9/10/11학년을 위해 체육관에서 디스코를 열었습니다. 물론 부모들은 막대한 돈을 쏟아부어야 했지만, 청소년들의 즐거움을 위해 그들은 희생을 감수해야 했습니다. "엄격한 선생님들의 등 뒤에서 몰래 술을 들여오는" 계획 없이는 어떻게 할 수 있었겠습니까? (의전서 후반부)

*Ruslan - head over heels in love with you in the 11th grade, although the guy himself did not know the meaning of "manifestation of love with affection", but he still did everything to make you understand his feelings and accept them. *On March 8th, he gave you a lush bouquet of your favorite daisies, knowing that in our time they were fucking expensive. On New Year's, he even drew your name in the snow in front of your window at the "stadium" with his footprints, and a slightly crooked heart next to it (at least he tried), and other similar pleasant gifts for different holidays. It was nice to watch this, because Ruslan was your best friend in the 10th grade, close and reliable (and remains so now), but the guy's feelings turned out to be stronger and more attached.
Here it is, May, the end of school and some 9th graders finally persuaded the principal to hold a disco for 9/10/11 grades in the gym. Of course, the parents had to throw in a hefty amount of money, but for the sake of the youth's fun they had to sacrifice, of course, how could it be without the plan of "secretly bringing in alcohol behind the backs of strict teachers" naturally the oldest 11th graders were asked to do this, and one group of guys agreed, including Ruslan.
Here, already being there, you saw how the 9th graders were laughingly drinking alcohol, passing bottles to each other, groups of staff and teachers most often sat on the couches, discussing what a bad idea it was to organize some stupid disco, but still there was nowhere to go. You continued listening to the fucking rhythm of the song “there’s a girl outside the window, in a beige dress,” but then a more fucking awesome song came on with the chorus “we send each other memes and write”
An hour later, while chatting with your friends, you felt someone pull you back by the hand, to a remote and quieter part, he turned you to face him and led you a little further from your group of girlfriends, it was already slightly drunk, disheveled Ruslan, in a black oversized shirt, with an untied tie that he hated so much. He extended his palm to you, as if inviting you to go for it, to get away from this noise and annoying faces
-Baby, I know this love..