Nostalgia is tormented.

It did not start badly.

We met in a small town square – we haven’t seen each other for a long time.

I recently arrived after I graduated from the institute.

Kolka is my friend from school and his friend, seems to be Vitya.

Well, we need to celebrate the meeting - to remember school, friends.

And the weather was rarely ugly - snow with rain.

There was no money at the restaurant or in the cafe - we met by chance.

And then Vitya proposed to go to the hole of Kolka - she lived nearby.

And here, taking a bottle of vodka and a bowl of round bread, we head home.

by Zaz.

Colca felt something, but could not resist us.

A painting with oil, as Gothman said.

We knock on the door - the mother opens the door - in the eyes of surprise -

Nobody else knows except Colin.

And here Vitya gives – I apologize for the unexpected visit – we came.

Give the collar to your daughter. He extends her a bowl of round bread.

My mother stumbled, but let me in.

Father met us in the trainings and a little under the fly,

The girl looked out of the other room and closed down.

We sat down at the table, and my mother wept, and we got a bottle.

Then the father added - the sound came out - they sat well.

A couple of months later, we went on a walk at Colky’s wedding.

And as our mother thanked us, she said, How much courage would not have been enough.

Two boys were born - Kolka is a respected specialist at the factory.

Life turned around, but we just met and talked.

Remembering the past.

Cole - if you know yourself - hello!