Provincial in high light. No smoke, no fire. Malinovskaya E.

They say that only the time and distance treats a broken heart. I believed in this, forever, as it seemed to me then, leaving Briastl - a city in which I experienced so many gloomy adventures and experienced the bitterness of unrequited love. From the flame of past passions in my soul there was neither smoke nor fire. A long separation helped me forget the insults and reconcile with the past. At least, it was precisely these words that I repeated every evening before bedtime, sacredly believing in their truthfulness. And all the same...

all the same, the timid hope did not die that one day everything would change. Too powerful person I challenged with my daring shoot right out of his nose. And I don’t understand what I'm afraid more: that one day he will find me. Or what will not look for.