When I finished high school, a girl and I were very much in love with each other. Well, at least for a year, they said this to each other a hundred times a day. We were kissing. There was even a light pitch. But she put the condition that we will have sex only after we finish school. Even a date was appointed. Conditionally on June 1. And here, school, exams, awards, graduation is over. Since we lived quite far from each other, she had no phone at home, and there was a whole generation of schoolchildren ahead, we agreed with her that I would come to her on THIS DAY at a certain time, her parents would already be in the country.

I barely got off the wheels in those few days of waiting. At the specified moment (with an accuracy of a second) I am clean and odorable, with flowers and champagne knocking at her door.

My mother, sleepy and in bigods, opens her to me: “And she’s cha, didn’t she tell you? She went to "Nsk" yesterday, get used to it, prepare for entering the university there. What’s your lips shaking? Don’t drift, it will wake up and call.”



It all went so. She called 18 years later, having two former husbands and one child behind her shoulders. And the love she has carried through all these years. In her words, she tested her feelings and indeed, the love of her whole life was me.