Vladimir Posmygaev. Elirme IV (№ 434150)

Leaning my back against the megalith, for some reason I remembered my first parting with a girl. I was then eighteen years old. And although I was ashamed to admit it, in those days I probably made all imaginable and inconceivable mistakes. He wrote hundreds of messages, sometimes calling her names, then persuading her to return. I called in the middle of the night. He stood with a bouquet of roses at the entrance door. He said that I would definitely change and fix everything. In general, complete darkness. Then years passed. I grew up, matured and realized that I behaved like a uniform rag and in fact, all this snot is bullshit. I am what I am. And owes nothing to anyone. I like it - good. I do not like it - the road is like a tablecloth. And if the girl left, then for me it means only one thing: she was eaten by the wolves.