Book: Traces. Page 1

As soon as the girl's skis touched the icy snow, he also jumped down, hugged her, pressed her to him, her skis were between his skis. They froze for a moment. Then the man stood in front of the girl and brought his hands back, giving her unusually long sticks, ending on both sides with rubber handles. She took hold of them - and they began their descent.

She teaches children to die in hospices. “They have already made a business out of death, not yet out of dying. I do not console those who remain. I do not sympathize with the desperate, I do not wipe their tears, I do not try to support their spirit. I explain and make death clearer and closer to children. They understand the meaning of death much better than we adults do. It is often enough for them to understand that to die is simply to stop living. They also worry about whether it will hurt and whether they will go to heaven. Then I say that I do not believe in the sky, but I believe in a warm wind. In fluffy clouds of amazing shapes and warm rain pounding on the roof, in bright butterflies dancing on the colored heads of flowers, in the singing of birds outside the window, in a sunbeam hitting the glass. And I say that I will meet them there when they leave. They ask if mom will cry. And I don’t deceive them, I answer that yes, mom will cry.

The cemetery in two days is like a note that someone did not finish, leaving it in mid-sentence. Something unfinished.

My mother, you know, has always interested me. I was looking for her all the time. In the pantry, where my father kept boxes of photo albums, in cabinets, where all sorts of documents lay. On the streets. I just knew that when someone loves as much as my father loved my mother, there must be some traces left.

The work is sinful <shooting in porn> - but it's all because of poverty. And she doesn’t kill, she doesn’t rob, she doesn’t harm anyone. Nobody. Only to myself.

... she hastily married the son of a neighboring blacksmith - otherwise the label of an old maid would have been firmly stuck to her. Now the sister is raising two children alone and is suing for child support.

Want to live... please...

…I got rid of the delusion that you have to wait for some exceptional evening. I also now know that there is simply no closet in the world that would fit dresses for all occasions. Yes, he is not needed, such a closet.

Then I found out that he was deceiving me with Carmen - and this caused me even more pain than the very fact of infidelity: husbands, for that matter, can be as many as you like, and there is only one best friend.