My name is Alena. But parents and relatives call the loving Lech, apparently by the logic of Alenka-Aleška-Leschka. Ten years ago, I went to Moscow with my brother in an electric car. There are two men sitting next to him and a conversation like this:
I met a girl, her name is Dima.
- Well, what, the usual Bulgarian name, let’s say, her name would be Leša.
I smiled at myself and went on. After a while, my brother said to me, “Lesha, give me water.” I stretched out the water to him, I looked at the guys, they looked at me with such eyes, they were obviously in a shock.