She breathes fast. And her heart is beating hard, hard and fast, fast. With such thinness, such a heartbeat is easy to see with your eyes. Excited, but not scared. Small, fragile, thin. And I'm in front of her - huge.

I don’t feel sorry for her, but I look distantly, as if I were a strange woman. And as to a stranger from the crowd, I cling to my gaze. It has this - to stop passers-by. It has always been like that. I can understand why her father loved her. People like her involuntarily evoke a desire to take care, to protect. Close your broad shoulders from the...