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ETUDE IN A SUNNY MEADOW
She was picking flowers, and her hair fell
From her rounded shoulders and the curves of her breasts,
A beautiful nakedness, unashamed in the sun.
She laughed, sang, and leaned in a sensual way.
It was a wonderful summer day – she was picking flowers...
By Roman Vetrov

The hot July day urged us to seek the cool touch of water. The afternoon sun dictated our choice: work or relaxation, leading us toward the nearest suburban lake with a small and uncrowded beach. After parking the car in the shade of the trees, we quickly shed our few articles of clothing and plunged into the cool water, enjoying swimming and splashing for a good half-hour. We were alone, with no one nearby to interrupt our intimate conversation, though a few fishermen in the distance occasionally exchanged comments about the bite and their catches. We craved intimacy without any onlookers, so we drove a couple of kilometers further, parking near the edge of a flower-filled meadow. Our mutual desire was close to fulfillment when a sudden downpour began. We were instantly soaked to the last thread, but just as quickly as it started, the rain stopped after about ten minutes.

Our wet clothes, scattered on the car hood, needed to dry under the summer sun. The rain-washed and sunlit meadow beckoned with its vibrant colors and the distinct scents of strawberries, flowers, and herbs. She walked through the meadow completely naked, frequently bending down to pick a flower or berry. Her long blonde hair flowed around her rounded shoulders, framing her full breasts with dark nipples, reaching as far as her clearly defined waist. She hummed softly to herself, sometimes walking and at other times twirling with her well-proportioned body, exposing herself to the sun from the front, then the side, and finally the back. This vision of a celebration of life, lasting no more than half an hour, combined with the lingering intimacy with Her, remained forever in my soul. It is one of the vivid memories preserved in my mind: the union of two Homo sapiens, male and female, close to each other, experiencing the world through their senses. This bright episode is inextricably linked to a beloved song that resonates deeply within me:

Everything in this tumultuous world is fleeting;
There is only a moment – hold onto it.
There is only a moment between past and future,
And that moment is called Life!
Eternal peace will hardly delight the heart;
Eternal peace belongs to gray pyramids.
But until the star falls from the sky,
There is only a moment, a dazzling moment.
Let this world fly far through the centuries,
But I am not always on its path!
What do I cherish and what risks do I take in this life?
A single moment, just one moment!
What will we leave behind after burning brightly for our lives like a comet in the vast earthly sky? After us, there will remain those bright and unique episodes of our past lives, preserved in our souls, in the memories of our loved ones and acquaintances. The world moves towards improvement, receiving from each of us small pieces of goodness, light, and vibrancy from our lives.

Love will save the world!
And the beauty of a pure woman will also save the world!!!