Eh, my sharaban, Sharaban... Rubin D.

She was called Masha-Sharaban, according to the famous Kabatsky song, which no one performed better than her: “Ah, my sharaban, eh, my sharaban, will not be money, I will sell you...” Indeed, from those traps that arranges to us Fate, you can get out, get out. Having sold the shawl, earrings, the Medallion Sharaban? Or... abandoning love, calling, life "fog". But it is impossible to beat fate. Exactly seven years later, a happy marriage, as the fortuneteller predicted, Misha’s “spell” dies, the rest of his life is forced to suffer from the irreparability of David’s mistake “insomnia”. But fate is changeable. Selecting one thing - gives another. It doesn’t matter that you did not ask for this. Fate is not Santa Claus to fulfill desires! For some reason, you need the "tall water of the Venetians". Look around and think!