You are right.
Larisa looked at the works on display.
I’m glad you’re doing well.
“I’m glad you started taking care of yourself.
They didn’t hug. They didn’t promise to get back together. They didn’t try to turn the past into a beautiful story.
But they parted ways without bitterness.
For Vasile, that meant more than he could have imagined the year before.
In the evening, after the end of the fair, Denis helped him load the works in the car.
The sun was coming down over the roofs of houses, and the air smelled of fresh grass and humid soil.
Dad, can I ask you a question?
- Of course.
Do you regret leaving that night?
Basil stopped with a box in his arms.
He thought about the big house, the years of marriage, all the mornings when he had hoped things would be different. He thought of Larisa, the young woman he had fallen in love with eighteen years ago and the woman he had separated from.
