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"He's a sweet-talking sugar-coated candyman!"
"He's a sweet-talking sugar-coated candyman!"
Christina Aguilera - Candyman (2009)
Who This Candy here?
No, it's more like a box of macarons, contents: 3 pieces. On top lemon (so, like this icing, for which you mix powdered sugar with lemon juice), something like caramel and last but not least caramel.
But from the beginning.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, that's right! There WAS something!
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to one of the newest episodes, "Chaybukoshka and the Italian". This time it's actually new. It takes place in the spring of 2021, where Chaybukoshka reclaims her faithful companion for the very same. The big Candy L'Eau bottle is empty, so a new one is urgently needed, because like real macarons for some, the little Candyman is indispensable for Chaybukoshka, who is still carrying around her winter fat and is not (yet) unhappy enough to go on a serious diet, a perennial favorite that has actually been with her longer than Signor Il Herzensbrecher, more precisely: since 2016. And Madame Verfressovich-Chaybukoshka is not yet full, has not yet had enough, no.
It's spring, and she celebrates it every year with her Candyman. Lighthearted and easy.
And so it is today.
And today... she meets the other Candyman.
His beautiful curls blow-dried smooth, his hair freshly cut and shaved on the sides, he comes out of the post office, and although he's still wearing his surgical mask - and would win any doctor's game cosplay right off the bat - it's obvious at a glance:
Here we have a sweetie in front of us.
CANDYMAN!
Chaybukoshka sees him and.... almost runs him over with her wire bike, she is so overwhelmed.
Riding hands-free, listening to music, and absolutely oblivious, she arrives at the post office (to mail a swapped perfume, by the way, haha) and is just looking for a free spot for her trusty vehicle, her favorite bicycle Charly (pronounced Scharliieee, named after Charly Gaul), when he appears between two cars. Early enough to brake, but never early enough to prepare Chaybukoshka for her next heart attack.
"It's so funny how fate keeps throwing him at your feet!" she overhears a friend musing later that day. No, it isn't.
This day had started out so beautifully. The weather is great, spring-like, sunny, too cold for what Chaybukoshka is wearing, but still wonderful and light.
Chaybukoshka, wrapped in a delicate, imperceptible to anyone but herself, scent and protective cover of good cheer with macarons, all thanks to the Candyman.
The other Candyman like this, "You can ride a road bike hands-free? Sto cazo!" (I won't translate that, sorry.)
- "Mhmmmm. It's not much different than unicycling, at least on straight stretches."
"How are you?"
- "Tutto apposto, thank you!" (That's a LIE!)
"I'm glad to hear it! [Blah blah blah]... (Then silence. Chaybukoshka makes an effort to keep her composure and smile) You... What I wanted to say... I'm sorry I didn't respond to your invitation the other day. I'm sorry, I promised you and I owe you so much. We both know this wasn't about me helping you with your project. You just can't."
- (Chaybukoshka smiles half-convincingly, trying to summon back the good humor from earlier) "I see." (No, she doesn't. But what difference does it make?)
Signor, once again living up to his name today, spreads his arms and gives Chaybukoshka a kiss on her head(hair) raised high with the greatest of effort. He takes a deep breath that literally smells like goodbye. "You can do this. I have a lot of respect for you, and you're worth a lot more to me than that."
Seconds pass like minutes, minutes like hours. Chaybukoshka would have liked to capture this one moment and hold onto it a little longer.
But as it is, all good things come to an end. Candymans are not meant to last forever. But, when their paths do cross again, Chaybukoshka's heart will once again somersault with joy, skip and make her feel incredibly light, at least for a moment. And a moment can last a good four hours.
She goes home and puts the other Candyman in the closet.
Four hours this pleasure lasts(s). Nice to look at, too.
What remains to be said?
The flacon head, one may not tear it off out of sheer desperation, it is yet perfectly formed and beautiful, which looks a bit like a mushroom or an umbrella, is made better in the small flacon, because under the umbrella there, which is actually a lid, there is a spray button. With the big one, the construction is not sooo stable, at least it fell off more than once with the scatterbrained Chaybukoshka. Possibly because the bottle fell down once, she doesn't remember. She tries to forget and to conjure up the mood of the morning again.
"And it's, it's okay
Everything's on its way
And it's sunshine time
Lighthearted and free
And man is called man
Because he forgets
Because he represses
And because he raves and steels
Because he warms when he tells
And because he laughs
Because he lives
You miss!"
- Herbert Grönemeyer: Man (2002)
Until next spring and the next encounter with the Candyman!
Sorry, I mean of course: the Italian
Christina Aguilera - Candyman (2009)
Who This Candy here?
No, it's more like a box of macarons, contents: 3 pieces. On top lemon (so, like this icing, for which you mix powdered sugar with lemon juice), something like caramel and last but not least caramel.
But from the beginning.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, that's right! There WAS something!
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to one of the newest episodes, "Chaybukoshka and the Italian". This time it's actually new. It takes place in the spring of 2021, where Chaybukoshka reclaims her faithful companion for the very same. The big Candy L'Eau bottle is empty, so a new one is urgently needed, because like real macarons for some, the little Candyman is indispensable for Chaybukoshka, who is still carrying around her winter fat and is not (yet) unhappy enough to go on a serious diet, a perennial favorite that has actually been with her longer than Signor Il Herzensbrecher, more precisely: since 2016. And Madame Verfressovich-Chaybukoshka is not yet full, has not yet had enough, no.
It's spring, and she celebrates it every year with her Candyman. Lighthearted and easy.
And so it is today.
And today... she meets the other Candyman.
His beautiful curls blow-dried smooth, his hair freshly cut and shaved on the sides, he comes out of the post office, and although he's still wearing his surgical mask - and would win any doctor's game cosplay right off the bat - it's obvious at a glance:
Here we have a sweetie in front of us.
CANDYMAN!
Chaybukoshka sees him and.... almost runs him over with her wire bike, she is so overwhelmed.
Riding hands-free, listening to music, and absolutely oblivious, she arrives at the post office (to mail a swapped perfume, by the way, haha) and is just looking for a free spot for her trusty vehicle, her favorite bicycle Charly (pronounced Scharliieee, named after Charly Gaul), when he appears between two cars. Early enough to brake, but never early enough to prepare Chaybukoshka for her next heart attack.
"It's so funny how fate keeps throwing him at your feet!" she overhears a friend musing later that day. No, it isn't.
This day had started out so beautifully. The weather is great, spring-like, sunny, too cold for what Chaybukoshka is wearing, but still wonderful and light.
Chaybukoshka, wrapped in a delicate, imperceptible to anyone but herself, scent and protective cover of good cheer with macarons, all thanks to the Candyman.
The other Candyman like this, "You can ride a road bike hands-free? Sto cazo!" (I won't translate that, sorry.)
- "Mhmmmm. It's not much different than unicycling, at least on straight stretches."
"How are you?"
- "Tutto apposto, thank you!" (That's a LIE!)
"I'm glad to hear it! [Blah blah blah]... (Then silence. Chaybukoshka makes an effort to keep her composure and smile) You... What I wanted to say... I'm sorry I didn't respond to your invitation the other day. I'm sorry, I promised you and I owe you so much. We both know this wasn't about me helping you with your project. You just can't."
- (Chaybukoshka smiles half-convincingly, trying to summon back the good humor from earlier) "I see." (No, she doesn't. But what difference does it make?)
Signor, once again living up to his name today, spreads his arms and gives Chaybukoshka a kiss on her head(hair) raised high with the greatest of effort. He takes a deep breath that literally smells like goodbye. "You can do this. I have a lot of respect for you, and you're worth a lot more to me than that."
Seconds pass like minutes, minutes like hours. Chaybukoshka would have liked to capture this one moment and hold onto it a little longer.
But as it is, all good things come to an end. Candymans are not meant to last forever. But, when their paths do cross again, Chaybukoshka's heart will once again somersault with joy, skip and make her feel incredibly light, at least for a moment. And a moment can last a good four hours.
She goes home and puts the other Candyman in the closet.
Four hours this pleasure lasts(s). Nice to look at, too.
What remains to be said?
The flacon head, one may not tear it off out of sheer desperation, it is yet perfectly formed and beautiful, which looks a bit like a mushroom or an umbrella, is made better in the small flacon, because under the umbrella there, which is actually a lid, there is a spray button. With the big one, the construction is not sooo stable, at least it fell off more than once with the scatterbrained Chaybukoshka. Possibly because the bottle fell down once, she doesn't remember. She tries to forget and to conjure up the mood of the morning again.
"And it's, it's okay
Everything's on its way
And it's sunshine time
Lighthearted and free
And man is called man
Because he forgets
Because he represses
And because he raves and steels
Because he warms when he tells
And because he laughs
Because he lives
You miss!"
- Herbert Grönemeyer: Man (2002)
Until next spring and the next encounter with the Candyman!
Sorry, I mean of course: the Italian
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