a voobche, ya eche nedelu nazad chotela vstrechatsya s yanom - russkim malchikom... on krasiviy i klassniy po vseobchemu mneniyu i moemu v pervuyu ochered, no on slishkom smuchaetsya v moem prisutstvii... a posle fabiana prishla segodnya v shkolu i dazhe ne vspomnila o yane... peremknulo... chotya yan tozhe choroschiy, no yan prosto choroschiy i vse... a fabian - tot, v kogo ya mogu vlubitsya... otkritiy i zamknutiy, smeliy i stesnitelniy, veseliy i znayuchiy meru... spokoyniy, nezhniy, pochozhiy na romantika iz starinnoy knizhki... i smeshnoy nemnogo - schirokoplechiy i chudenkiy ochen... emu moi dzhinsi podoschli bez napryaga... on tak trogatelno smotrir... on ne molodoy chelovek - on malchik... chotya 100% uzhe ne devstvennik... fabi... kto menya choroscho znaet, skazhite, chto so mnoy, a?