Character: Sanya Grigoryev

If to be - so be the best!

When you work all day, different gloomy thoughts come and go: nothing to be done - the room was still occupied.

Never one to wander through the places where you two were. Common square in the center of Moscow seems to be the saddest place in the world. Not too noisy, quite dirty streets, which in Moscow is as much as necessary, brings such anguish that one is beginning to feel much older and wiser.

Where are you Kate? We have one life, one love, come to me Kate! There is still a lot of work and cares, the war has just began. Don't leave me! I know you it was hard to me: you are very afraid for me, all my life we met under someone else's roof. But perhaps I don't understand how important it is for women building? Maybe I didn't love you, little thought of you... Forgive me, Katya!

He waved his hat, when the train moved, and I was walking next to the car and all say: "Yes, Yes".
- Are you going to write?
- Yes, Yes!
- Every day?
- Yes!
- Would you come?
- Yes, Yes!
- Do you love me?
He asked in a whisper, but I could tell by the movement of the lips.
- Yes, Yes!

Youth ends in one day - this day is not celebrated in the calendar: "Today ended my youth". She leaves quietly - so quietly that her do not have time to say goodbye.

- Kate, ' I said suddenly, - you don't love me?
She flinched and looked at me with amazement. Then she blushed and hugged me. She hugged me and we kissed with closed eyes - at least I, but probably her too, because we simultaneously opened his eyes.

We ate the Apple and gave the neighbor, little, unshaven, blue-black male with glasses who was wondering who we were: brother and sister are alike! Husband and wife - a bit early!

But what I thought - I thought about it. I started to doze off and suddenly, with such tenderness of her remembered that even captures the spirit and heart began to structi slowly and loudly. I saw her more distinctly than if she were next to me. I felt the eyes on her hand.
"Well - fell so in love. Come on, brother, sleep," said I to myself.

She was quite blue above us burned a blue light, and must be why I am so emboldened. I wanted to kiss her, even when she just arrived, frozen, flushed, and kissed the cheek of the stove. But then it was impossible. And now, when she was blue, maybe. I stopped in mid-sentence, closed her eyes and kissed her on the cheek.

You can never be too sure that you love. You're loved, no matter what. That may take another five or ten years, and you will not stop loving...