“Uh-huh,” without looking at Marina, for some reason I sat down opposite her.

I saw her fingers, thin and long, without manicure, without jewelry. She broke off bread with them, grabbed a cup, took cutlery. And her movements seemed so beautiful to me that I stared as if spellbound, forgetting about food. However, now I wouldn’t get a piece down my throat. Although, when Tonya groaned, why am I not eating anything, I still swallowed something, but I didn’t even feel the taste.

I barely sat through this dinner, I wanted to leave altogether, but I didn’t want to ... When else can I look at her so freely? Tomorrow...