He closed his eyes, counted in his mind ... I didn’t remember how much I counted, my breathing calmed down, then legs dancing barefoot, thin ankles, graceful fingers with pink marigolds, the fingers caused a smile.

He needs a breath of air. At least sometimes. Otherwise, he will suffocate. Now it is too late to analyze why now, how I managed before. Late. Yes, and to nothing, he knew how to accept circumstances as they are. But he would not be able to see HER now, and even more so, to be with her. Too much dirt in the soul. He wanted to get pure joy from her, and not...