An ironic and sad confession of a married woman. Night notes about the day: husband, children, friends, work and... memories of the long-ended story with V. A month of life, a month of insomnia and being overwhelmed by the past, and again “it’s half past twelve and I can’t sleep,” and again “salt water is splashing in my head, gurgles in the lungs, props up the heart and splashes with tears,” and again there will be a new day. But my soul and body still hurt because it doesn’t go away. DOESN'T PASS. Almost a hundred years ago, Ivan Bunin described Olechka Meshcherskaya as a woman with the unique ability to die uncompromisingly and easily, and not even utter a word - from love. It seems that this “light breath” is returning to literature to dissipate again in this world.