𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨.

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𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨.'s Interests

General	Literature, writing, old-fashioned poetry, history, cinematography, classical music and piano.
Music	Tchaikovsky, Chopin, Debussy, Satie.
Movies	Morphine, Idiot, Union of Salvation, Anna Karenina, Eugene Onegin
Television	The Hero of Our Time, Crime and Punishment, Master And Margarita, Demons, Karamazov Brothers,
Books	Lermontov Dostoevsky Bulgakov Pushkin Gogol Esenin Chekov.
Heroes	Grigory Pechorin. He is the true embodiment of me.

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𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨.'s Blurbs

About me:

I must confess, I am not one to be overly particular about names — you may simply call me Vespertilio. I am a man of letters, well-versed and drawn to the art of intellectual exchange. But do not mistake my fondness for thoughtful discourse as a lack of passion — for beneath this composed exterior lies a heart that burns, a spirit that stirs with passion and stubbornness. My tastes lean toward the timeless — the Russian classics, primarily, as Russian is something of a second native tongue to me. And yes, I write… now and then, at least. Poetry, mostly — tender, intricate verses often inspired by captivating muses. Though tonight, the subject is not them — it is the rhythm of the moment. I am fond of philosophy, of pondering life’s complexities, and I take equal pleasure in listening as I do in speaking. After all, a true conversation is a dance — one of wit, charm, and subtle provocation. And my heart? Ah, it wanders — restless, yet yearning. I tend to call myself a hopeless romantic, often trying to be loved and love someone else…

Who I'd like to meet:

Whom do I seek? Not a simple companion, but a muse — a storm in human form. A person whose glance is a riddle, whose words are a challenge, stirring both heart and mind. I wish to write letters that burn, poems that taste of longing — not out of duty, but because their very presence demands it.