Character: Maya Mikhailova

Anahit, throwing her tight dark braid behind her back, reached for an apple. Now we both chewed silently and watched as the first wedge of birds, smoothly flapping their wings, flew over our dacha. I wish I could take off like a bird and fly wherever my eyes take me. Not afraid of a reprimand from parents, reproaches from Vitka or Anait... Not afraid of anything. Saying goodbye to summer, turn your wings to the wind and rush towards the unknown. And from fear, happiness and delight, your whole life flashes before your eyes like a whirlwind. The planet is flying and spinning, and I am with it.