...She celebrated that New Year on a tram. She drove and looked at the quietly falling snowflakes, at the completely deserted streets, as if in a dream, and thought: what could she wish for when the clock on the Spasskaya Tower began to strike midnight, so that fate would have at least some chance to fulfill her wish. It’s impossible to imagine that Komarov would return to her...

She herself would have returned to the time when he was nearby, she is stupid and happy, and on her wall there has not yet been a picture of a carriage hanging on her wall , and in it is a woman. The cart is not going anywhere, because the horse is standing on the roof of the cart and, together with the woman, is looking back. In the direction from which they once came...

It was a very long time ago, in another life. And if it weren’t for the name that remained from that life - magical, crazy and ringing - then she would not have believed that all this had once happened to her...