fairy tale - we are sitting in the park...

                                        
    we are sitting in the park. almost at night      
        about 12 o'clock. I don't remember the time
year - either late winter, or the very  
       beginning of spring. Good time of year:
there is no dirt and it is quite cool.         
      even, probably, a little frost.
because there is no one in the park except us    
     no. us - me and 2 of my friends.
we are sitting on the back of a wooden bench. 
     in front of us is a round platform, something
like a small square in the middle      
               park on the right is a monument.
There are trees all around. they shine through    
                 road, traffic lights, houses.
there is a month in the sky. this month is called      
   young. very thin. and very clear
            and bright. they say: "voiced".
I'm asking a girl about something.     
   and, apparently, I’m intruding on something I’m talking about
she doesn't want to talk now.          
     2nd - her best friend - feels
       this is what is responsible for her. silly
slightly stretching the vowels: "Everyone     
 people have their own big secrets
you"..                                   
                                        
    and at this moment what in the world breaks,
   shifts - I FEEL a fairy tale around.
pritiH,LISTENING TO OUR CONVERSATION
 month. GRINS. came alive around him
blue night. In general, everything around came to life.   
 even the air. as if they were stretched in it
yellow threads, which are about to start  
     nope. the park came to life. wind.QUIET RUSH
trees became meaningful. and next to      
 with me No longer just a girl, but a Fairy.
patiently explains something to me..        
         and thoughtfully, understanding reality
camefairy taleand trying not to show 
     this, looks at the month, at the revived one
park a little more and she will cast a spell       
         SOMETHING WONDERFUL-FANTASTICAL..
                                        
    I clearly understand that all this 
     will last only a very short moment and
I try to remember this moment.    
but the fairy tale does not disappear immediately, but recedes
gradually. and her presence is felt 
    even when the three of us are walking
closer to their homes. we're talking about something  
                    I don’t remember now.
    I remember that at the same time I think:        
      suddenly I'm not 20 years old, but 40 or 50 and
all this for medreaming. or just remember-
  ... but without waking up and tearing away -
shaking off memories from such a thought,    
          I understand that this is reality.
however, I know that someday        
            it will come back as a dream or
a memory.                          
               a little bitterness from this
dissolves. and the thought comes that   
     how strange it is that I have closed myself in a ring
time. this thought is heartbreaking    
    the stroke of this colored fairy tale painting.
I don’t remember what happened next..