Julia Klimova. Stairs Dec (№ 155741)

Their meeting could be counted on the fingers - one, two, three, four, five. They are always seen in passing and never spoke to each other alone, away from the hustle and bustle. She he remembered the blonde girl rushing by with a loaf in his hands. She was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen? Where is the line in the year that ordinary girl suddenly becoming a beautiful girl? Who would have known...