THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 87's. Moscow 2
"Here you go, I'll take care of it. You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna get badly hurt, just bruises there's nothing to worry about." Svetluny let out a long sigh and left me with my own thoughts.
This time I prefer to stay in a hotel. No need to force yourself to stay at your father's house and receive the basic hospitality of Margarita. It was like living on a thin ice lake, once our emotions lured out we would clash of mouths. Svetluny would definitely not be comfortable with such a situation.
So this time we booked a room at the Four Seasons located a step away from Red Square.
It allowed him to see the excitement of Maslenitsa in front of his eyes, in front of our marble window.
"It's so crowded, he's fascinated by the sheer number of people circulating in front of our hotel when we get there." He quickly took me downstairs and took a walk downstairs, mingling with the people celebrating Maslenitsa. There was even a swivel carousel installed there filled with children.
"It's Maslenitsa darling, a week of feasts and celebrations. And Red Square is one of its celebration centers. Of course it's a lot." Because this is one of the central points of Maslenitsa celebration in Moscow, the excitement was immediately felt.
"You're taking me for a walk, aren't you?"
"Of course, until you're tired and full." He immediately smiled widely. Invite me to mingle with the bazaar in front of the hotel where people sell food, especially various kinds of blini, or try the large ice skating field that opened there. There are games where we can participate.
"There are little kids coming along." They play using a kind of scooter grip that can walk in their little skates without fear of falling or bumping into others.
"When I was little there was no such scooter." Svetluny looked at the small scooters curiously.
"You envy little children." And I laughed at him.
"We used to have to get up and hit everyone."
There is a big show opening there. Although he did not understand most of the song, Svetluny continued to watch enthusiastically. Under the fine snow that fell, he had fun.
We spent our first day in Moscow having fun. Taking her to walk in my hometown among the fine snow falling felt like I had to be grateful a thousand times.
"Christmas here must be beautiful, too."
"Hmm I longed to see the trees freeze like there was water dripping from the trees on the streets at Christmas in a more northern direction, such permafrost is so beautiful, she said, if there is a shining sun it is sparkling white. Sometimes the tree seems to have long water droplets dripping. The snow is so thick in December. Moscow is not so cold, except further north I can see it that way."
"For sure, the snow will be thicker here."
I haven't been back for Christmas in a long time. When I was in school and college I would come back for Christmas, because in Malesnitsa it wasn't a holiday in Canada, childhood memories sometimes made me miss it. Even though the past isn't so good, it's like a memory you want to repeat.
"We can vacation here at Christmas." My Svetluny looks at me with sparkling eyes, it seems like she likes the excitement of Moscow. "Ohh yeah what if we look at the Moscow subway station, it's also very beautiful."
I looked at him with a smile.
"Subway station, it's not far from here, yes sometime we'll be back later at Christmas.One time we'll be back, it'll be fun."
Svetluny's willing to come back here if it's for the holidays. But not willing to stay here. That's been said many times. It seems that the possibility of being able to change his stance is very small.
I'm now quite worried whether I can change his mind.
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