Our little life. Metlitskaya M.

Maria Metlitskaya raises the curtain, behind which is someone else's life, but the reader always wants to say: "This is me." It was I who sobbed at the airport, escorting my beloved and knowing that I would never see him again. It was me, having met the first love, I realized that I could not enter this river for the second time. It was I suddenly realized that youth flew rapidly and it is impossible to return it.

And everyone would say: the heroes of Metlitskaya coped with all the trials of fate. So I can, and I can handle.