Damned for love. Fatsat S.

somehow in the summer I went by train to the south to rest. I needed to get to the resorts of the Caucasian mineral waters. In the compartment, two men and one woman were traveling with me. Because she was one among men, she was embarrassed, and I began to joke to defuse the situation. Soon everyone met, as is usually the case on the way. My fellow traveler was called Tamara. A middle -aged woman of pleasant appearance. She had very sad eyes. During the conversation, she shared her problems with me and said the reason why she was not at such a young age in Moscow. She interested me with her story. We have mutual sympathy. We exchanged phones and talked sometimes. Our friendly relations are still ongoing.