This weekend was the best weekand in my life...yes, it is really so...only three days...but...

He came to Moscow to the Pirat station. I did not know him very well this time. He would have lived with me for 3 days... I invented how to conduct this time. On saturday we went to the Krasnij Oktiabr to the exhibition of the new London art...it was wonderful..then,as my mother had gone to Penza we came home, I cooked a pie to the morning and we went to the PS..(перейду временно на русский...это сложно описать на не родном языке...До ПС мы добрались достаточно легко, Только пришлось стоять в очереди на улице на входе, апотом меня чуть не раздавили в гардеробе, который разваливался...ПС была офигенной...но с обратной дoрогой был полный кошмар..и когда мы дошли до дома, полностью промерзшие, сил не было совершенно и мы завалились спать, постоянно просыпаясь, глядя друг на друга и улыбаясь) In the moring...hm....sorry...it was already evening....we woke up, had a dinner and gone to the concert of the Top-Display. Very good concert, especially with him.. than it was home...sweet home)) we were looking a good film and went to bed..in the morning I woke up because of him was patting me on the back...It was so nice..we looked another movia...it was interesting...And this day he had to go home...he did not want to go...he said, he want to come to Moscow only to me...I don't know...I am afraid, that he like me only as a friend...I am frightened...I do not want to love him...may be I don't ? I want not to love him, because I do not know how he feels me...