One night with a woman who loved me. The ashes of V.

The author writes about the woman with whom he spends only one night, the last night, recalling everything that was between them. A woman does not allow a man to kiss himself on the lips, does not allow proximity to happen. Nevertheless, she is good to him and tender - allows herself to iron and even kiss, but not everywhere... Not as before.

The man’s frank memories of the moments of happiness and pain, mistakes and conclusions. About the birth of feelings, as about a flowering tree, and about extinction, as a shameful indifference that he tried to conceal from it. About treason.

Vyacheslav the ashes created a new sensual and soulful story, in which more openly speaks of the joys, sorrows and difficulties of the relationship between two close people.