Then Beletsky appeared, and out of nowhere on the black scorched field of Olya's soul, a thin sprout suddenly appeared. It should be cherished and cherished, protected from prying eyes and hands. And, above all, from myself, as it turned out.

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Now Olya knew exactly the answer to the question why she was in Chudovo, and why she was going now, squeezed on both sides by people she hated. All these years, no matter what she did, no matter how passionate she was about what she loved, no matter how much she loved and desired Beletsky, it was impossible to continue living, knowing that these people walk the earth...