Aristarchus Romashin. Almost love (№ 366524)

- You need a strong man.
- Where to find it?
- He will find you.
- How?
- It needs to be weak.
- So I'm weak.
- Not to pretend to be weak and to be weak.
- How is it?
- To cry.
- From happiness? - she giggled.
- Fortunately.
Smile like an unnecessary mask slipped from her face. Eyes were wet. Droplets of her vulnerable soul floated on the cheek.
- So? - sniff, she asked.
Yes. You're a good actress.
I'm not playing.
Hmm... I'm Sorry.