Maxim.

On the way back, Katyushka got tired and I took her in my arms. Yes, she was generally light, like a feather. Twilight was gradually descending on us, I certainly knew that Stefania did not like to wander the streets at night, and when she took me by the elbow, I was not too surprised. And yet I missed her... The memory is intangible, no matter how hard you try, you can't return the true feeling, only a ghost, a shadow, a sad melting cloud remains.

She looked at me with kindness and affection, but her feelings were distant, not intended specifically for me. So affectionate is every birch...