“There are ancient oaks here. And yet, over there, the stream flows. Crystal. Quiet in this place. Just for talking.

Elsa sits me down on a fallen tree, after spreading a white handkerchief with small blue dots. And this gesture, caring and homely, for some reason immediately disposes to her.

She has an amazing face. Not pretty, no, but attractive. I want to watch, recognize, observe how she folds her plump lips - very lively, smiling, All emotions are in her lips. I've never seen anything like this before. And she loves to talk - rattle. But not an empty call. Everything she says makes some kind of sense. And...