Olga Gromyko. The witch-the guardian (№ 63075)

... open the door easily, it is more difficult to cross the threshold. Behind dollaway hearth, not giving heat, ahead stretches the black road. What's stopping us? Fear? No. On the contrary, the road beckons, fascinates, carries away into the distance... no Doubt? No. Everything has already been decided. Memories? No. They dropped pieces of shadows that distort their shapes beyond recognition, and cling to them is stupid.
What keeps us on the threshold? That gives us a light heart to go?
Yes ghir knows!
But coming to grips with long ago made a selection sometimes it helps just slammed behind the door...