Poison The Well - Artists Rendering Of Me (Live)

He felt his hair moving on his head and a completely different chill died in his face, as if a cloud had run between the sun and his soul. “Don’t ask!” Arlene asked each time he tried to bring conversation to her former life, to her former heart affairs. “I was naughty,” she said laughing. - Oh my God". And the back of the brush touched his cheek. Also, the dark, childish side of his imagination, which was previously ready to see her sister Arlinina in the girl, now seized this new thought with blind obstinacy. Mind, the left cerebral hemisphere, he understood her absurdity. Arlinin's laughter did not contain an abandoned baby, but only playful hints of youthful escapades, love on the beach or in the back seat in a car, parties with drinks in friends' houses when parents are away,somewhere in Cleveland or Detroit, and then later, when she was already an adult, the experiences were more serious and sad: a short marriage with a man who had something to do with oil production. Nimram knew about all this in general terms, although Arlina, with her Anglo-Saxon notions of decency, “why complain? what is the explanation? ”- did not like to share memories with him.