“This short period of her life did not have not only a clear, but even an approximate designation. And she actually liked to describe events, for example, “a passionate romance without content” or “a bright episode with a sad ending”; she didn’t want to remember this story (if it was a “story” at all) and was even slightly uncomfortable. True, from the point of view of the old grandmother’s morality: die, but don’t give a kiss without love. Of course, there could be no talk of any such love, but in fairness it had to be said that she was still a little drawn to him, well, that very little thing that can still justify our feminine stupidities and unreasonable actions. Yes, and it was also simple: on Thursday for the third pair. I didn’t want to hang out at home, because my parents would probably have involved me in housekeeping or, even worse, in activities with my younger brother. And so..."