Dont Fall in Love with an Aquarius: Saint Petersburg
Volume 2
Anastasiia Deniz Mitchell
All the characters of this book and the correspondence included in the plot are fictional.
Any resemblance to a coincidence is accidental.
© Anastasiia Deniz Mitchell, 2022
ISBN 978-5-0059-4139-8
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
30 June 2021
Emre! He was so unpredictable!
Id been trying to persuade him to Well
It turned out I didnt know him at all. For how many times did he ask me to come and see him when he just arrived at Russia? And for how many times did he refuse to meet me now, when I had finally agreed to do it? For many more times!
Tomorrow, I must set off for Saint Petersburg. And Ill do it, I promised myself.
I sent the man the pictures of my train ticket to the city.
Good luck with your job interview, there was the answer. Youre coming there for the interview, right?
Right, I wrote. And thank you very much, Emre! Good luck to you too!
Such an intractable lad! Such an obstinate one!
2 July 2021
Emre! How I wanted to meet you! I still hoped youd meet me!
These were my thoughts. I was on the train to Saint Petersburg!
But What if he wouldnt meet me? I thought. What if everything he told me was true?
Those were his words. Youre nobody to me, he wrote once. Why did he do it? Did he want to have a row with me?
Everything was too strange. Frankly speaking, I didnt know what was going on.
My family let me go on this trip. Youll meet, and only then will you find out if hes your match or not, Mum was saying.
Well, now, I wasnt even sure if this match would meet me or not. I wasnt sure what would happen next.
A butterfly sat on the window pane. It started rubbing its legs together. Just like any insect. But there was something special about it. What exactly? I myself couldnt tell. Perhaps, its big yellow wings. What else?
Perhaps, something different from the other insects, including bugs and ladybugs. I admire both butterflies and ladybugs. Theyre cute.
Station after station, I got closer and closer to the city Id been looking forward to step foot in. What would it be like? I myself didnt know. It was a mystery. Everything needed to be experienced live.
Five hours or so passed.
I stepped out of the train. Saint Petersburg!
Saint Petersburg! Id fallen in love with it as soon as I saw its beauty its magnificent buildings, splendid architecture, and green vibrant gardens. I didnt have the same feeling for Emre. It was deeper. Much deeper.
When would I come across him? Would I anyway?
At the hotel, I typed a message to the man.
Me: Emre?
Emre: What? Dont message me!
Me: Emre
Emre: Shall I block you?
What? Block? Me? What for?
Me: Emre, Im in Saint Petersburg!
Emre: So what? What do you want from me?
So what? What did he mean to say?
Me: Emre Ive come here for you! Ive come here to see you!
Emre: I dont care. Do your things and dont bother me. Bye!
I didnt get it. How come? What did he mean to say?
Me: Emre! Please!
No answer. Whats the matter? I thought. Was the man okay?
That was quite a question. What the matter really was?
Something strange was going on. Something inexplainable. Something no one (perhaps, including Emre) couldnt interpret.
Emre: Aziza. Whatre you hoping for? Whatre you waiting for? I wont meet you in Saint Petersburg. Youre not my friend anymore. Got it?
I was lost for words.
Emre: Whatre you expecting, Aziza?
Me: Emre, please, lets talk. I dont want to lose you. I want us to be friends. Very good friends. Very close ones.
Emre: Yeah, but you forgot a simple thing. When the windows broken, you can trust neither the window nor the people living behind it.
Me: Emre, its you that forgot another simple thing. Were humans, not windows. So
Emre: Aziza, I dont care. I dont want to hear anything from you. Bye!
I burst into tears.
I didnt come to the city for my job interview. I simply wanted to see Emre.
At the reception desk, I tried to ask the hotel workers about the landmarks of Saint Petersburg, sobbing.
Whats the matter with you, Miss? How can we help you? Please, dont cry!
The lady passed me over a napkin. I took it.
Dont cry, she smiled and took my hand. Whats up with you? Just tell me!
No, no, thank you, Im fine, I could hardly say a word. I wanted you to tell me about the must-visits of Saint Petersburg.
Yeah, but, perhaps, youd like a cup of tea first? the woman asked.
Having mopped the tears from my face, I headed towards the dining room and poured myself some tea. The day and (my life in general) seemed to swim to the bottom, but what did I have to do in the end?
I went out of the hotel to see the Kazan Cathedral. Well, it took me half an hour to get there. The Kazan Cathedral The name itself reminded me of my home.
Such a beautiful cathedral it was!
However, I had no energy to go inside. I sank onto a bench by the cathedral and burst into tears again.
The man with pigeons
Words couldnt describe my state and feelings at the time. I was sitting on the bench, watching the passers-by. And trying to call Emre.
No answer.
I hung up.
And then, I tried to call another time.
Aziza, there was his voice, shaking. Dont message me
Im standing by the Kazan Cathedral
I see. Have fun.
Full stop.
What was it all for? I didnt know. Did he disregard me that much?
Tears streamed down my face. It was simply unfair! I came to see Emre and got this!!!
What was it all for?
I started crying loudly. So loudly that a man who carried pigeons on his shoulders and calling the passers-by to come up and take a photo or two with these splendid snow-white birds ran up to me and asked me:
My dear lady, whats up?
Emre hasnt met me!
Who? he raised his eyebrow. Emre? Whos he?
The boy I love! I cried.
Oh, my God! Again your love stories!
The man was probably in his thirties. He was thin and wore a blue jacket and blue jeans.
Listen to me, he said, winking, you can tell me anything you want. So, whats your story?
The mans friend look standing nearby caught up:
Do you want me to buy an ice-cream for you, Miss?
The second man looked practically the same.
An ice-cream? I mopped the tears away from my face. Well, actually, I needed anything to distract myself from what Id just got over.
Did he betray you? the man with pigeons asked.
Emre didnt meet me! I cried again.
Oh, my God! the man rolled his eyes at me. Is he local?
N-n-n-o-o-o-! I gave out a shriek. Hes from Turkey!
The two friends looked at each other. The man with pigeons friend burst into laughter.
You know whats Turks opinion of beautiful Russian girls? he asked. They think youre all silly dolls!
Not at all! I protested. Theyre cool!
Laughter.
My girl, theyre so cool one of them has forgotten to meet you! As a result, youre now sitting, crying here, on the bench, with us trying to sooth you! the man with pigeons looked at me.
I calmed down a bit. My tears wouldnt help and correct the situation, after all.
Did you meet before? the mans friend asked.
No, I lowered my eyes. We were going to meet for the first time.
Do you know what Ill tell you, Miss? You shouldnt trust just anybody from the first corner, especially online. Didnt you realize that?
I said nothing.
Where does he live? Do you know anything else about the guy? His surname? Address? Place of work or studies? the man with pigeons asked.
LETI!1 I cried again.
Ah, the very Electrotechnical University, he chuckled. Hmm Is he a smart one?
Y-y-y-e-s-s, I muttered. Hes very smart.
Theyre all smart and clever, the man with pigeons spat left. Until you, naïve girls, come to see them.
He burst into laughter.
Oh, your love stories are so intriguing, the mans friend said and looked ay me. At the same time, theyre all sad. By the way, its not the first story I happen to hear so far. There have been many cases like that. Believe me, Miss.
Okay, I sighed, wiping the tears away from my face.
Whats your name, you beautiful girl?